Mother and Daughter
"Where am I?"
Lory looked at the white dome ceiling above her. The ceiling was carved with intricate shapes and had gold and crystals chandeliers hanging from it. She looked down and noticed white marble underneath her feet. The place was familiar to her.
The sudden reflection from the giant glass window beside her surprised her. The window was high enough to reach the ceiling. Lory had not seen such a glass window in a very long time. Her eyebrows gradually furrowed and she slowly walked toward it. She held her breath at the overly familiar view in front of her.
There were no clouds in the star-speckled sky and a row of towering skyscrapers stretched through the horizons. The dark night was tinted with colorful lights and a half-moon hovered at the fringe of the luminous cityscape. Lory touched the glass window and murmured, "Herriond?"