Asia Vieira the Canadian Beauty Queen

She stood up, and her steps became more confident. The forest gradually became stranger, and the feeling that she was leaving the familiar world grew stronger with each step. Soon the path led her to a high stone fence, like a barrier that should not be here, in this forgotten corner of the world. The walls seemed to have no end, they embraced everything around, and only burning torches, set along these walls, broke through the night darkness with a weak light. Smoke from fires that were probably burning somewhere below slightly fogged the air, creating an effect of obscurity.

Delia Asia Vieira stopped and looked around. Her gaze slid over the stonework, carefully laid as if by centuries-old hands, and over those dim lights that seemed ever more distant. Time seemed frozen here. The nature around her was disappearing, giving way to a steadily growing anxiety that was gripping her heart with every passing moment.

"What is this place?" she thought, instinctively feeling that she had somehow gotten here wrong.

This was not part of her program, this place was not part of her programmed route, and everything around her felt alien and hostile. Questions multiplied, but answers did not come.

Her steps led her along the wall. The stone slabs under her nails left a cold mark, and her whole body seemed to be trying to warn her of danger lurking around every corner. The fog on the horizon, hiding the city, made her feel trapped. She looked around and felt her breathing become heavy.

As she approached the very edge of the wall, her gaze fell down upon the dark waters that stretched for miles, as if melting into the mist. From here, at the very top of the fortress tower, it seemed as if the world was swallowed by fog, and nothing had an end. The lights of a distant city were barely visible in the distance, but there was no joy in that light, only a darkness that one did not want to fall into.

A sense of hopelessness arose inside Delia Asia Vieira. With every minute, with every step, she felt her control over herself and the situation weakening. Somewhere deep within her programs, there was something more than just algorithms and calculations. It was something that made her search for meaning in what was happening around her, but there were too many unknowns in this place. She felt the cold wind from the lake penetrate her body and make her shiver. Standing here, alone, was scary, but she had no other choice.

She couldn't stay here, in this place where the stone walls and darkness felt like a prison. She had to move on, to find an answer, even if it meant going into the heart of the fog, into a place where her existence was becoming increasingly unclear.

Gathering her strength, she took a step forward. In the distance, the sounds of her footsteps echoed off the walls, creating the feeling that she was in an empty, lifeless shell, containing nothing but her own shadow.

Soon she came across a door. It was old, with a shabby handle, but without feeling any fear, Delia Asia Vieira pushed it. The door opened silently, as if it had been waiting for her arrival. Behind it was a spacious room, filled with bright light that fell through high windows covered with thick curtains. Despite the sun's rays, the atmosphere here remained strange, like in some forgotten corner.

The room was empty, almost sterile, with only a few objects standing in it, creating a sense of incongruity. In the center of the room was a large mirror in a gold frame. Delia Asia Vieira walked towards it, her footsteps echoing in the empty space. She looked back at her reflection.

In front of her stood a middle-aged woman, with dark hair, neatly styled, and large brown eyes that looked at her from the glass with a strange look. Her face was beautiful, but there was something about it that immediately caught the eye. Something alien, something unnatural. Delia Asia Vieira realized that it was a reflection of her very being, but for a second she felt something inside her resisting what she saw. It was a face created not by nature, but by a machine.

She waved at her reflection, and it waved back. But it didn't bring relief. Too many questions, too many uncertainties. Delia Asia Vieira stepped back from the mirror, looking around.

The room seemed even emptier than before. On the table sat a leather-bound book with gold lettering on the spine. "Zelandine in Seventhaven" - the author's name was barely visible: Leonard Austiner. Delia Asia Vieira walked up to the table, her fingers lightly touching the binding. She opened the book, leafing through the pages, seeing no meaning in the words. The letters and lines became abstractions, having no connection with her thoughts. She was not looking for knowledge, she was looking for answers to more important questions - ones that concerned her very existence.

Soon she stopped reading, finding nothing meaningful. The book had no meaning to her, and in irritation she threw it on the floor. The pages scattered, leaving only a chaos of words on the floor that had no beginning and no end.

Almost instinctively, Delia Asia Vieira turned and looked at the mirror again, as if the answer was hidden there. But the reflection was silent. The room remained as empty as her own thoughts.

She slowly approached the window, feeling her metal fingers reaching for the handle like invisible magic. She opened the window wide, and a fresh, cool breeze rushed into the room. The taste of the lake, seasoned with the smell of dampness and greenery, was immediately perceived by her sense of smell. A strange feeling, as if she was not in an ordinary world, but in some other one, full of misty secrets and loneliness.

She stood by the window and, leaning on the sill, looked out at the lake. The mist swirling over the water covered the surface like a light blanket, hiding it from view. Everything around seemed motionless and lifeless. Even the birds that usually filled the sky with their cries and movements were absent. It was strangely quiet - too quiet.