With a gentle smile, Mrs. Magenta spoke, "Roselle, I believe you. You're not the only that experierange visions. When I was around ye, I went through it too. I saw things and had experiehat no one else believed. I knew deep down that I wasn't crazy, and I eventually learo uand and trol these...abilities."

  Roselle's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. "Abilities? What do you mean, Mom?"

  Mrs. Magenta chuckled softly. "Well, my little bunny, sometimes, people have unique gifts that allow them to perceive the world in ways that others 't. Yift is the visionary powers you ied from me, and I know how they work. It be hard at first, but I teach you how to use them. You learn to make use of these abilities rather thahem as a problem."

  Roselle looked somewhat shocked at all of the information, but then she eased up and smiled.

  "Mom, thank you. I was really starting to feel lost and fused by these visions I’ve had. "

  Mrs. Magenta smiled warmly and opened her arms, inviting Roselle into a loving embrace. " I'll always be here to support you dear. We'll figure this out together."

  As mother and daughter held each other in a f hug, Roselle felt a renewed sense of hope.

  The day:

  After School, Roselle's ph, and she quickly answered, hearing Harty oher end of the line.

  "Roselle, you e to the chess club, like, right now?" Harty spoke with haste, which was a ge from his usual nervously made calls to her. "There’s something we o talk about."

  Roselle nodded, even though Harty wasn’t able to see her. "I’ll be there soon as I Harty, but you atleast let me know what this is about?"

  Harty replied, "I’ll let you know wheime es, just make sure you get there as quickly as you .”

  Roselle felt a sense of foreboding. She khat Harty wouldn't call her to the chess club in that type of tone unless it was a serious matter. With nod, she replied, "I'm on my way, Harty. Hold on."

  After she hung up the phone, Roselle gathered her things and made her way to the chess club, her mind rag with questions about what could be sent that Harty had called her in.

  Roselle arrived at the chess club room and she found Harty inside. He seemed relieved to see her. The room was set up for their iigations, with maps, notes, and various pieces of evidence scattered about.

  Harty greeted her with a somber look. "I'm gd you could make it, Roselle. We have a problem," he began with worry. "We've lost Sarah. She's no longer a part of our iigative team."

  Roselle's heart sank upon hearing Harty's words. She remembered losing track of Sarah at the arcade the previous day. Hearing that she was no longer involved in their efforts filled her with great .

  "I haven't seen Sarah in school today," Roselle admitted while g her fists and looking downwards. "We o find her, Harty. She's been with me for as long as I know her. She’s my best friend."

  Roselle turned her gaze towards Harty. "We o retrace our steps, Harty. I’ll go back to the arcade and try to talk to anyone who might have seen her. Sarah wouldn't just leave without a trace! There has to be some way to find her..."

  Harty looked at Roselle for a while with a gre. Roselle in part took on the face of fusion which soon became a nervous smile. “Umm…Harty, why are you staring at me like that?”

  “Roselle, there is something you should know,” Harty started off with. He took a deep breath with . "I went to the Silver Star Arcade st night. I was there because you didn't show up for our meeting. While I was there, I saw Sarah."

  Roselle's eyes widened in surprise and . "You saw Sarah? “

  Harty tinued with his face being fearful, "She was with someone who looked exactly like you, Roselle. The person was taller, but everything else was simir, even their hairstyle. They weren't dressed casually like you usually do. They were with a boy who was dressed rather fancy for an arcade."

  Roselle was trying to process this new information. A look-alike and a boy at the arcade? She didn’t see them at all. It didn't make any sense.

  Harty’s face grew more serious as he reted what he had overheard. "I caught a sliver of their versation, Roselle. They were pressuring Sarah into doing something, something dark and dangerous. I tried to get closer to find out more. Unfortunately, my current partners had some kind of episode, and the three of us ended up in a secret part of the arcade. I couldn't get back to Sarah."

  Roselle's mind raced to ect the dots. It sounded simir to what Sarah had mentioned during her recovery, about someone leadio do unspeakable things.

  ‘Even with all of this information, it still doesen’t make sense,’ Roselle thought.

  "Wait, Harty," Roselle interjected. “I left the arcade without finding Sarah. I went home. How could I have been there with her?"

  Harty looked equally puzzled and ed. "I don't know, Roselle. Some very bizzare things are happening, and I think it's ected to the look-alikes case were w on. We o find Sarah and figure out what's going on, before it's too te."

  Roselle nodded in agreement, a sense ency propelling her forward. "You're right, Harty. We 't waste any time. Let's find Sarah and uhe truth."

  Harty hesitated for a moment before speaking once more,"Roselle, there's one more thing you o know. There is another person who looks like you. Fortuhough, they're on our side. They joined our iigative team yesterday."

  With that, Harty pced a picture in front of Roselle. While looking at the image, her eyes widened in shod disbelief. It icture of aremely familiar girl.

  Staring at the picture, Roselle's trembled. "That's... that's .....That...'t be.... How... how is this possible?"

  Roselle's mind was swirling with fusion and disbelief. The revetion that there were multiple people who looked like her, some potentially involved in sinister activities, had left her shaken. She tried to prehend the situation, but unfortunately for her the systems brought her out of the memory and into the present space of her mind.

  "Project Mage, the memory is over. It's time to e back to the present."

  Roselle blinked. She took a deep breath and refocused on the present moment. "Go back to the present, “she muttered to herself then shook her head and said," Wait… Was that... Risebelle?" she asked, "My sister from the world I e from? In that picture, she looked older, like a college student. How is that possible? Is she a part of my past?"

  "Project Mage, I don't have all the answers. The memories I show you are fragments, and they may not align with your current uanding of reality. The presence of someone resembling your sister in a different text is indeed puzzling. Unfortunately, I ot provide a definitive expnation."

  Roselle hough her curiosity and unease lingered. "Mhhhgh! This just raises even more questions! I o find out what's going on!"

  "Project Mage," the system stated boldly, "further information will have to wait until the Memory Fragment is found. Currently, 20% of Project Mage Data colle is plete. With eaew fragment, you may be able to piece together a clearer uanding of what's going on."

  Roselle sighed."I guess all I do is hope to see the memory fragment soon," she said with a hint of frustration. “But I won’t stop until I uhe truth, no matter how long it takes me. If the past data help me in some way, then I’ll take it on!"

  The inside of Roselle’s mind became silent. Roselle began to feel a sense of uhough. By now, she would have been outside of her mind and waking up but the process was not as fast as usual. She should have been back to the present; however, it seemed to have stalled. Frustrated and curious, she decided to break the silence.

  "System, you went silent," Roselle remarked. "I was supposed to be sent back to the present by nht?"

  The system's response rompt; however not one she anticipated. “Your body is in a shutdown state for lohaicipated time. During these periods, you should feel free to ask any questions or seek information without the need for a prompt."

  Roselle was surprised by the system's respo was as if the system expected her to take the initiative in seeking answers. Roselle sidering what questions she could ask to shed light on the mysteries of her past life.

  After a moment of thought, Roselle made a decision. "System," she began, " you tell me more about Project Mage? What is its purpose, and why am I involved in it?"

  The system responded with a cise expnation. "Project Mage stands for 'Mastering Affinities in Guided Enviros.' It is desigo ehe mastery of four elemental affinities. However, you currently have trol over only one: yellow lightning. To access and harhe power of the other three elemeh, water, and fire—you o enter Project Mage Form. Doing so requires a minimum of 50% Project Mage Data colle. Upon Aquiring this form, you will be able to push yical capacity beyond 200% without any danger; however, attempting to push your systems beyond 300% magic capacity without reag this threshold will result in a Magic Rupture, which be dangerous without the aid of Dr. Kintovar's teology."

  Roselle absorbed this information, her mind rag with the implications of what she had just learhe idea of mastering multiple elemental affinities was both fasating and daunting. She khat she o collect more Project Mage Data to reach that 50% threshold and unlock this potential.

  "Thank you for expining, System," Roselle replied. "I uand that I o gather more Project Mage Data to access these abilities safely. I won't rush it. I'll work towards that goal."

  Roselle then paused for a moment before asking another question that had been on her mind. "System, you tell me more about Dr. Kintovar and her role in all of this? What is her pn with us? I um…just want to know…"

  The system's response was firm and unwavering. "Information about Dr. Kintovar and her pns will only be revealed when you reach 75% Project Mage Data Colle," it stated.

  Roselle uood that there were limitations to the information she could access at her current level ress. She was ready to tinue her journey, colleg Project Mage Data and unc the mysteries that surrounded her existence.

  "Got it," Roselle replied with a sense of resolve. "I'll keep w towards that milestone, and wheime es, I'll learn more about Dr. Kintovar and what's really going on. Thank you, System, for your assistance."

  Roselle thought for a moment, then she said, "System, wait, one more question… you at least tell me if Dr. Kintovar has only good iions for us? I mean, is she really only trying to help us, or is there more she has po use us for?"

  The system paused for a moment before responding, "Dr. Kintovar's iions will bee clearer as yress through Project Mage. I'm uo provide a definitive a this time."

  Roselle nodded, realizing that her questions about Dr. Kintovar would have to wait until she reached a higher level of Project Mage Data Colle.

  Roselle soon found herself drifting ba the present. Words echoed in her mind,

  "Project Mage, the time to wake up is now,"

  After taking a deep breath, Roselle opened her eyes.