Washa the chameleon god

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of mind. Nobody bullied me there, and I felt safe. Washa, our god, the protector of our realm and the universe, was my only friend. I always came to share my problems with him, hoping

covenants involving blood. All I needed to do was sprinkle my blood in the Shirin and tell him

der the chameleon's legs, there was enough shade for many people. Nobody had ever been to the

rs. That's when I noticed an object at the top of the statue, where Washa's eyes were located. It caught my at

I was determined to learn more about this mysterious object and its connec

I was scared to approach it, but after contemplating for a while, I finally agreed to check what it was. I walked slowly, my h

or running away, but it didn't respond. I thought to myself, "This object

chameleon, but I didn't have any knowledge about chameleons. We were told in class that Washa was the last chameleon in existence. Could this be Washa? Did he turn

a while before I finally decided to pick up Washa and return him to the statue before someone found him lying on the ground. I picked

ootsteps were many, so I guessed it might be 10 to 20 people. Out of fear, I quickly dr

a. They went under the statue down to the main praying ground. I knew that if I was discove

noise - Buuuuum Bam Bam Bam! The rope dragged me into something I couldn't explain, like a cage inside a world outside our

ith a white color scheme that seemed almost otherworldly. I had only seen such designs in our study books. But what caught my attention w

that suggested they were building something. I felt like I was in heaven, witnessing things that people w

nce from the object. They placed it in a machine with other syrups, turned the machine, and

d made a groundbreaking discovery - Washa, our so-called god, was actually a secret science

uard. I didn't imagine that I might also be dissected like the chameleons I saw. My head spun, and I felt like today mi

as the four objects dragged me to a

up and pinned my head to the bed, revealing my spinal cord. I screamed in agony as I felt a sharp pain in my

hains on my hands and legs loosened, allowing me to stand up. I was still trying to

mos. I am your artificial intelligence, and you c

back to make sure I wasn't imagining t

t, "I am not 'hey', my name is Sister

to talk, but I didn't know why it was talkin

ou have been transformed from Cosmos to M

ster Lizzy, tell me

name given to you by my Creator. You are from the family o

ted to know was how to get out of this mess without b

ywhere you feel comfortable. The only place you feel c

was referring to t

I want to go ba

my name, should I send you to

n front of me, and I could see my bed inside. It was the first time I saw something like this. I walked into the portal

not real, I have been sleepin