From the World to Tokyo: The Journey Begins
She rose carefully. Looking into the endless white mist that wrapped around her, she found herself alone with a stone arch standing over her, tall with dignity.
"Where am I?" She called, the syllables pushed into the mist and scattered.
An omniscient voice answered.
"Eva," it said, with the authority of a king, "you are in the world. Look."
Eva looked down. The mists rolled away gracefully like a mid-summer's breeze, revealing a stone map stretching into the distance.
She stepped onto a tile with the carvings of mountains. Suddenly, blue sky sploshed over the whiteness and majestic peaks grew from the horizons in a trembling groan of the earth. The winds howled and everything came to life.
She saw the signs of a city on another tile and curiously hopped towards it. The whirling whistles of the mountain winds were drowned by the symphony of the city. Skyscrapers split the ranges as cars zoomed by. Eva was astonished by the busyness when someone bumped into her. She fell, and fell into a