Asaka’s head pounded. She panted while holding her head, her eyes blurred with water as she sat up straight. She wiped her tears and looked around.

Hospital.

“You are awake?” Asaka's mother patted her head and looked down at her with concern.

“Mom, where are we?” Asaka panicked looking down at her hospital gown. She didn't feel the heavy Kimono against her skin nor hair made traditionally into a bun.
The hairpin was gone too.

Asaka's mother hugged her tight as she sobbed.

“Does it hurt somewhere?” Asaka didn't reply and sobbed. Was it all a dream? Was she dreaming all this time? It couldn't be happening. It felt so real that she felt her heart break and soul tear apart. How can it be just a dream?

As the days passed, Asaka spent her time resting in hospital for a hit on her head. As per her mother, Asaka was found unconscious on the staircase of the museum and she hit her head.

Her head spinned with the memories eteched to her soul. Can a dream feel like reality? Can you...