I’m lying in bed, the wind howling like a beast outside. The farm’s dark, the storm cellar locked. I saw Aunt Em run in, but Toto jumped out of my arms—he’s under the bed, trembling. I grab him just as the window slams open, glass shattering. Something hits my head… and then—

Silence.

I open my eyes. The house is floating. Walls creak. Toto barks as we spin through the sky, carried by the storm. Outside, colors explode—green fields, purple mountains, a rainbow arching over a village of tiny people. We crash with a thud.

The door flies open. Sunlight floods in. I step out, dazed, into a world of flowers that sing and trees that blink. A bubble descends—Glinda, radiant in pink, floating like a dandelion seed. 'You’ve killed the Wicked Witch of the East,' she says. 'But her sister will come for you. Keep the slippers. Follow the yellow brick road.'

I look down. Red shoes. Too tight. Too bright. 'How do I get home?' I ask.

'That’s a question only you can answer,' she says, fading into light.

Toto whimpers. The road ahead glows. And somewhere, a voice laughs—cold, sharp, promising pain.