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MidReal Story
Skyfall: The Mysterious Object
Scenario:Era uma vez uma menina que morava no campo com sua família, um dia ela olhando as estrela vê algo caindo do céu.
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Thomas Reed
local boy who helps Emily and Sarah in their quest, friends with Emily and Sarah, tall with curly black hair, brown eyes, brave and resourceful
Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, friends with Emily and Thomas, short blonde hair, blue eyes, loyal and skeptical
Emily Carter
the curious girl, friends with Sarah and Thomas, long brown hair, green eyes, adventurous and thoughtful
Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a brave and strong princess.
She had long brown hair and green eyes.
No, that’s not me.
I’m just an ordinary girl.
I live in a small rural town.
Everyone knows each other’s secrets here, so there’s not much to do except gossip.
I hate it, but I also do it.
I’m not perfect.
I wish I could be one of those girls who has short blonde hair and blue eyes, like my best friend Sarah.
She’s my best friend and confidante.
We’ve known each other since we were kids.
We go to the same school and sit in class next to each other.
We also have the same birthday, which is pretty cool.
We usually celebrate it together with another local boy, Thomas.
He’s tall with curly black hair and brown eyes.
He’s brave and resourceful, which is why he’s our friend and not just some guy we know.
I stand in the field, eyes fixed on the sky where the shooting star vanished.
The cool night air wraps around me as I weigh my decision.
Sarah and Thomas are busy with their own lives, but this feels personal.
I take a deep breath and start walking toward the woods, where the object seemed to land.
The ground is uneven, and I stumble occasionally, but determination keeps me moving.
Branches crack underfoot, and shadows stretch ominously around me.
As I reach the edge of the forest, a faint glow catches my eye through the trees.
I step forward cautiously, my heart racing with anticipation.
The trees seem to close in around me, their branches tangling above my head like skeletal fingers.
I push aside a curtain of leaves and step into a small clearing.
In the center of the clearing stands a glowing object, pulsing with an otherworldly light.
It's roughly the size of a car tire, and its surface appears to be some kind of metallic material.
I approach it slowly, my senses on high alert.
As I draw closer, I notice that the object is surrounded by a halo of disturbed earth and crushed vegetation.
It looks like it landed with incredible force, sending shockwaves through the forest floor.
I reach out a hand to touch it, hesitating for a moment as I wonder if I should be doing this.
Suddenly, the object emits a low hum, and the air around me begins to vibrate with energy.
I feel a strange tingling sensation in my fingertips, as if they're being drawn to the object's surface.
I hesitate, fingers hovering above the metallic surface, the hum growing louder.
The air buzzes with energy, and I glance over my shoulder, half-expecting Sarah or Thomas to appear.
Alone, curiosity wins over caution.
I press my palm against the object, its warmth surprising.
Suddenly, a blinding light erupts, engulfing me.
My surroundings dissolve into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds.
Panic grips me as I lose all sense of direction.
Just as abruptly as it began, the light fades.
I find myself standing on unfamiliar terrain—an alien landscape stretching endlessly before me.
A strange sky looms overhead, a deep crimson hue that seems to pulse with an inner light.
The air is thick with an otherworldly scent, like ozone and smoke mixed together.
I spin around, trying to take it all in, but there's no sign of the forest or the clearing I was just in.
The ground beneath my feet is dry and cracked, like the surface of a long-abandoned lakebed.
In the distance, I see strange rock formations that seem to defy gravity, twisted and curved in impossible ways.
A low rumble echoes through the air, making my skin prickle with unease.
I take a step forward, my footfall echoing in the stillness.
As I move, the ground begins to shudder and tremble beneath me.
I stumble, my heart racing with fear.
The rumble grows louder, and I feel the air vibrating with energy once more.
Suddenly, the sky above me splits open, a massive crack zigzagging across its surface like a bolt of lightning.
I take a deep breath, my eyes fixed on the crack in the sky, as the air around me begins to distort and ripple.
The ground continues to shudder, and I stumble again, my arms outstretched for balance.
A low, ominous growl emanates from the crack, making my skin crawl.
I force myself to move, my legs trembling beneath me as I take another step forward.
The symbol on the ground catches my attention once more, its pulsing light now synchronized with the vibrations in the air.
I drop to my knees, my fingers tracing the symbol's lines as if drawn by an unseen force.
The pattern shifts and changes before my eyes, the message emerging once more.
I squint at the unfamiliar script, my heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly, the symbol flashes brightly, and I feel a jolt of electricity run through my body.
The message begins to rearrange itself, the symbols dancing across the ground in a maddening rhythm.
I press my palms against the earth, feeling the pulse of the symbol grow stronger.
The air around me seems to thicken, as if reality itself is bending to accommodate some hidden truth.
The crack in the sky widens, its edges glowing with an intense, electric blue light.
A low hum builds in intensity, and I feel myself being pulled toward the symbol, as if it's a portal to some unknown realm.
My vision begins to blur, and I feel my consciousness slipping...
I awaken abruptly in my familiar bedroom, disoriented and drenched in sweat.
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows on the walls.
My heart races as I struggle to comprehend how I returned home from the alien landscape.
I sit up, scanning the room for any sign of the strange world or the metallic object.
The silence is unnerving, broken only by the distant chatter of birds outside.
I throw off the covers and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet dangling in the air.
My gaze falls on the clock on my nightstand, its ticking a steady heartbeat in the stillness.
I rub my eyes, trying to shake off the vivid memories of the crimson sky and twisted rock formations.
Determined to understand what happened, I quickly dress in the first clothes I find on my floor.
I head downstairs, my footsteps creaking on the wooden stairs.
As I reach the kitchen, I find Sarah and Thomas waiting, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.
Sarah's eyes narrow as she takes in my disheveled appearance. "Emily, what's going on?"
Thomas leans against the counter, his arms crossed. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. "I...I don't know what happened."
Sarah steps forward, her hand reaching out to me. "You were gone all night. We were worried sick."
I hesitate, unsure how much to reveal. "I went to investigate that shooting star," I begin slowly.
Thomas raises an eyebrow. "And?"
I glance around the kitchen, feeling a sense of unease. "I found something in the woods."
Sarah's eyes light up with interest. "What was it?"
I pause, unsure how to describe the metallic object and its strange power.
Just as I'm about to speak, a loud crash echoes from outside, followed by the sound of shattering glass.
Thomas pushes off the counter, eyes wide. "What the hell was that?"
Sarah rushes to the window, peering out with a mix of fear and curiosity. "It came from the backyard!"
I swallow hard, dread creeping in. "I think whatever I found... it followed me back."
I rush to the backyard with Sarah and Thomas close behind, the morning sun casting long shadows over the grass.
The air is crisp, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass.
As we approach the garden shed, I spot shards of glass scattered across the lawn, glinting like tiny diamonds in the morning light.
Thomas inspects the damage, his brow furrowed with concern, his eyes scanning the area as if searching for clues.
Sarah's eyes dart between us, seeking answers, her expression a mix of worry and curiosity.
I swallow hard, feeling the weight of my secret, my heart racing like a wild animal in my chest.
"It was me," I blurt out, forcing a sheepish grin, trying to appear nonchalant. "I accidentally knocked over a vase."
Thomas raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on me before turning back to the broken glass.
Sarah's eyes narrow slightly, but she says nothing, her expression unreadable.
They exchange skeptical glances, but ultimately accept my explanation, their attention drawn back to the mess on the lawn.
As they turn away, I discreetly glance at the woods, my mind racing with thoughts of the metallic object and its strange power.
I'm determined to return alone later, to uncover the secrets it holds and understand what happened in that alien landscape.
