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When Hana came too, she was in a strange place, the last thing she remembered was being led onto that table and taking that strange drug the doctor gave her. After that, things got strange; the world became foggy and distorted, her mind swam, impossible shapes manifested themselves and the small view port of the face rest of the padded table took on strange dimensions. Still, as fogged as her mind was the nature of these strange distortions became clear. Like looking at an optical illusion for long enough she could decipher them just by looking at them, it was almost unnerving.

After that her memories go blank, now that she’s back to her conscious, albeit groggy, mind she simply looked around at the dark room she found herself in. Well, it was pitch black so there’s that. She summoned an orb of danmaku, nothing fancy; just an orb of light suspended in the air above her hand.

‘Ah’, she thought. I’m in a metal room…? No that wasn’t quite right, she looked down and there was wooden flooring. Strangely the grain on the wood was like she was looking at it through a powerful magnifying glass. The walls of the room were featureless, gray and metallic and not worth much mentioning. For a second, she panicked. Did they trap her in some weird kind of prison? Did those damnable youkai make their move? What were they going to try to do to her?!

As the panic settled in reality reasserted itself, well a strange sort of reality anyways. It was clearly something she didn’t quite fully understand on an intellectual level but it was something that knew nevertheless. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t the world she knew… she could just… flip her perspective…

Blinking physically the world around her changed, No longer did the world resemble some kind of metal prison with its hardwood flooring. No, it was more akin to being hyper focused on one thing while the world itself wrapped around it. It would’ve been enough for another panic attack but, there was something intuitive about it… Instead of the prison she thought herself in she was inside a larger room, she walked forward. The walls of the room she was in shifted around her spinning as she spotted the crates around her.

The crates almost seemed to be flipping as she walked up to the door, oh. She was on the righthand wall. She thought about walking up to the roof to reach the door, but going around would take a while, probably an hour or so, no it would just be shorter to fly diagonally across the room. So she did.
Looking back into the room that was clearly a store room, she realized that she was just way too small, that metallic prison? A tin cup sitting on a shelf with another shelf above it. The hour long journey? A mere second long walk along a roof, no more than 2 seconds of time if she was walking slowly. The diagonal jaunt across the room? It was near instant in how fast she reached the door.

Now then, her small size? Inconvenient. The only course of action? She flew diagonally down as her form grew in size back to what it should be, it was odd. Moving until her skin, organs, hair, etc all felt ‘right’. As she looked at the hallway in front of her, all the myriad of paths she could go. Through the walls if she wanted too, not in breaking them of course, merely moving through the space that could open and open until it was to her, the size of Gensokyo itself, would be stupidly easy.

However, it would be a pain if she kept having to tread strange paths and watching out for her size and the size of other things. Though to be fair she knew it would be much faster in getting to where she wanted. Now then… just a matter of looking at things… instead of making it squeeze or curve, just make it do both and… there! The world around her returned to ‘normal’ even if it was a little obtuse. It was strange, this was the normal world, the normal perspective, the world she shared for the last 16 years of her life or so.

It was a bit limited though, like it was just one way of looking at it. How did she never realize how silly that perspective was! She couldn’t wait to tell her father, Marisa, Sanae, and all her friends about it! Well, they might not understand it at first, but still it was really interesting!

It was then she heard pattering footsteps from down the hallway, no that wasn’t quite right, the sound was coming a few halls over. The footsteps weren’t even that loud, but they were clear and obvious and would’ve been even if someone was chatting her ear off right next to her. She didn’t even need that instinctual detection of others around her to know about it from how obvious it was.

Hana let her eyes wonder along the curves and spaces in the wall, inaba it seemed. A small group of them, all wearing armbands that dictated them as orderlies. They had worried expressions on their faces, was that Sana and Sara with them? Hana smirked; she did owe them for tossing her around like a rag doll.

Hana flew, finding space in the wood as she appeared ‘above’ them.