Once upon a time, in a world where love was the most powerful force, there lived a woman named Mira Shukla. Mira was not just any woman—she was brilliant, compassionate, and fiercely devoted to the man she loved: Raishid Senpai. To Mira, Raishid Senpai was her everything—her soulmate, her muse, her reason for waking up every morning. Their love was perfect, pure, and eternal—or so Mira believed.
But perfection never lasts forever.
Raishid Senpai's heart began to drift away from Mira when he met her: Ashna San. Mira could still remember the first time she saw Ashna San—the way her flowing black hair shimmered like silk under the sunlight, the way her eyes sparkled with an unnatural violet glow that seemed to pierce the soul. There was something about Ashna San that felt wrong, something sinister hiding behind her flawless smile. Mira knew it immediately: Ashna San was no ordinary woman. She was a witch.
Mira tried to warn Raishid Senpai about Ashna San's dark magic. "Raishid Senpai," she pleaded one evening as they sat under the stars, "you don't understand! She's bewitched you! She's using magic to make you love her!" But Raishid Senpai only laughed softly and shook his head. "Mira," he said gently, "you're imagining things. Ashna San is kind and wonderful. You'll see."
But Mira didn't see kindness or wonder when she looked at Ashna San. All she saw was evil—a dark force that had stolen Raishid Senpai from her grasp.
Determined to save Raishid Senpai from Ashna San's clutches, Mira decided to confront the witch directly. She stormed into Ashna San's lair one stormy night, her heart pounding with fury and desperation. The lair was as eerie as Mira had imagined: twisted trees with bark like cracked obsidian surrounded the entrance, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal hands. The air reeked of sulfur and burnt roses, and faint whispers echoed from the shadows, as though the very walls were alive.
Ashna San greeted Mira in a courtyard paved with bones, her crimson gown billowing in the wind. "Ah, Mira Shukla," she said in a voice that dripped with mockery. "What brings you here? Surely you're not here to beg for Raishid Senpai's love back?"
"I'm here to protect him from you!" Mira shouted, her voice trembling but resolute. "I know what you are—a witch! You've bewitched him! He doesn't love you; he loves me!"
Ashna San laughed—a cold, cruel sound that echoed through the lair like thunder. "Oh, poor Mira," she said mockingly. "You truly believe Raishid Senpai loves you? How pathetic. Do you think he even remembers your name?"
Mira clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Release him from your spell!" she demanded. "I won't let you take him from me!"
Ashna San's smile faded, replaced by an icy glare. "You dare challenge me?" she hissed. "You dare accuse me of stealing what was never yours? Very well, Mira Shukla. If you wish to fight for Raishid Senpai, then let me show you what happens to those who defy me."
Before Mira could react, Ashna San raised her hands and began chanting in an ancient, guttural language that sent chills down Mira's spine. The air around them crackled with energy as a dark mist—thick and oily—swirled around Mira's body. It clung to her skin like tar, seeping into her pores as her bones began to crack and reshape.
"No!" Mira screamed as the mist enveloped her completely. Her arms grew longer and thicker, muscles bulging beneath scales that erupted like armor. Her legs transformed into massive pillars, her feet crushing the bone-paved ground beneath her. Her face stretched into a monstrous snout filled with razor-sharp teeth, and a thunderous roar erupted from her throat—a sound that shook the very foundations of Ashna San's lair.
When the mist cleared, Mira was no longer a woman—she was a dinosaur.
A T-Rex.
A monster.
Mirasaurus stared at her reflection in a pool of murky water, her massive golden eyes widening in horror. Ashna San's laughter rang out like bells of doom. "Behold, Mirasaurus!" the witch declared mockingly. "This is your fate—a beast trapped in my enchanted forest for all eternity! No one will ever recognize you again—not even Raishid Senpai."
Before Mirasaurus could respond, Ashna San snapped her fingers. The ground beneath Mirasaurus's feet dissolved into a swirling vortex of darkness—a portal crackling with purple lightning. The air roared as if the sky itself were tearing apart, and Mirasaurus felt her body being pulled downward, as though gravity had reversed. Trees, bones, and shadows blurred into streaks of color as she plummeted through the void, her roars drowned out by the cacophony of magic.
When the world finally stopped spinning, Mirasaurus found herself sprawled on a bed of rotting leaves. The air here was thick and clammy, and the twisted trees loomed like prison bars. She had arrived in Ashna San's enchanted forest.
The enchanted forest was unlike anything Mirasaurus had ever seen—or imagined in her worst nightmares. The trees were twisted and blackened, their bark oozing a sticky, iridescent sap that burned when touched. Thick fog hung in the air like a suffocating blanket, distorting sounds into eerie whispers that echoed Mira's deepest fears: "Raishid Senpai will never love you… You're a monster… You'll die here alone…"
Mirasaurus roared in defiance, but the forest roared back. Vines as thick as pythons lunged from the ground, coiling around her legs and throat. She thrashed wildly, her claws tearing through the vegetation, only for the vines to regrow instantly. Pools of water shimmered invitingly, but when she stooped to drink, the liquid hardened into quicksand, nearly swallowing her whole. Illusions of Raishid Senpai taunted her—appearing in the distance, calling her name, only to vanish when she lumbered toward him.
But Mirasaurus refused to give up.
"I will escape," she vowed each dawn, her voice a gravelly growl. "I will find Raishid Senpai and save him from Ashna San."
Weeks blurred into months. Mirasaurus learned to navigate the forest's tricks: she avoided the deceptively calm clearings, where carnivorous flowers lurked beneath the soil. She battled shadow wolves with glowing red eyes, their fangs dripping venom that sizzled against her scales. She even encountered other victims of Ashna San—men trapped as grotesque hybrids of beast and human, their minds broken by decades of imprisonment. One, a half-bear, half-man creature, warned her in a garbled voice: "Escape… before… she consumes you too…"
But Mirasaurus pressed on.
One day, while fleeing a swarm of razor-winged bats, she stumbled upon a hidden pathway obscured by thorny undergrowth. At its entrance stood a guardian—a colossal serpent with emerald scales and eyes like molten lava. Its forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air as it hissed, "No one leaves the forest, little dinosaur."
Mirasaurus snarled, her tail lashing. "I'm not little… and I'm not staying."
The serpent lunged, its fangs glistening with poison. Mirasaurus ducked, but the creature's tail whipped around, slamming her into a tree. Bark splintered as she crashed to the ground, dazed. The serpent coiled around her neck, its grip tightening like iron chains. "You belong to Ashna San now," it hissed.
Gasping for air, Mirasaurus thrashed wildly. Her claws raked the serpent's scales, but they glanced off like steel. Desperate, she slammed her body against the trees, crushing the serpent's coils against the trunks. The beast loosened its grip just enough for Mirasaurus to twist her head and sink her teeth into its throat. The serpent screamed—a shrill, echoing sound—as its scales split under her jaws. Venom sprayed in arcs, burning holes into the earth, but Mirasaurus held on, shaking her head violently until she felt bones snap.
With a final, guttural hiss, the serpent's body went limp. Its glowing eyes dimmed to hollow black pits, and its coils slid lifelessly to the forest floor. Mirasaurus spat out a chunk of emerald scales, her chest heaving as she stared at the corpse. The forest fell silent, as though even the trees were stunned.
Exhausted and bleeding from a dozen wounds, Mirasaurus staggered onto the pathway. The thorns parted reluctantly, as though the forest itself mourned her escape.
Sunlight—true sunlight—warmed her scales as she emerged from the trees. The enchanted forest faded behind her, its whispers silenced.
"I'm coming for you, Raishid Senpai," Mirasaurus growled, her voice trembling with resolve. "And I'll make Ashna San pay for what she's done."
And so began Mirasaurus's quest to reclaim what was rightfully hers: Raishid Senpai—and their eternal love.