She eagerly touched her legs again, feeling the warmth of human limbs, rather than the cold, slippery snake tail.
It was as if she suddenly was no longer the Snake Girl who had awakened the demon's bloodline, but just an ordinary human village girl.
Just like the past.
"What, what is this place after all?"
She struggled to prop herself up and looked around.
A small room, a rough wooden table, several strings of dried, darkened jerky hanging on the wall—everything identical to the home deep in her memory.
Outside the window came the barking of a neighbor's dog and the familiar rural accent of an old woman calling her husband to eat.
Teresa pinched her arm, and a clear feeling of pain ensued.
"Is it a dream? But this is too real..."
Yet oddly, everything was so real; she could even feel the prickly sensation of the grass mat beneath her and smell the aroma of rye bread in the air.
The overly complete details began to shake her originally firm perception.
