When you got skin in the game, you stay in the game

But you don’t get a win unless you play in the game

Oh, you get love for it

You get hate for it

But you get nothing if you-

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Prediction is difficult, especially about the future.

In the past, there were factors that came about to Marcy’s current situation. They seemed simple, understandable. Because of parents, academic failures, and a whole lot of unpredictable reasons outside the scope of what she knew, there came reason to why she’d gotten the current outcome in front of her.

It seemed clear-cut. Obtainable.

Marcy Wu was determined by factors outside of her own influence that turned a simple box that shouldn’t have done anything, into something. She didn’t know why that fantasy became a reality, but it was here. And that meant all of those wishes to escape and stay somewhere else were just theoreticals turned lucky coincidences.

At least, that was what she told herself every night inside the archives. Ever since she said hello to a jolly king.

A day after Anne left, this pattern would continue to happen. Marcy would grab the shortest pajamas she could find, the most notable robe and book from her closet, and vanish into the shadows at two a.m. estimate — all for the sake of stealth.

With Andrias gleefully stating that the library wing had done its job, and that there was nothing else for them to look through, the curiosity latching onto her had stayed. It brought her to the book quarters at two-fifteen on the dot. Where, at the hourly guard rotation, Marcy slipped quietly into the secret staircase, and never looked back.

This had been the umpteenth time she’d walked down here. There was a dry taste in the air. Pungent. Stifling. A culmination of so much mold, scrap, and biodiversity from what appeared to be ages and ages of time ever since someone touched the insides.

The foliage crept between the steps. The cracks spanned fissures on the pillars. Surely, the artisanship looked older than the Post-Neolissamphibian era, more archaic no doubt.

But as she pondered, the question then became “Why was she down here in the first place?” and the awe that once overtook her had fallen away.

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