"D" for "Dimension"

The house had a peculiar shape. She had never encountered anything like it before. From the outside, it looked like a dome, but inside, it had various corners that confused her. The rooms were arranged like layers, one inside another. She kept entering room after room. In the first room, she saw a newborn baby in a cradle, crying. She didn't stop to look. The next room contained a little girl—a toddler—giggling playfully. Again, she did not stop. As she moved into the next room, she found a girl around six or seven years old, strikingly similar to the toddler from the previous room. She paused for a moment, as the child looked oddly familiar, but she brushed off the thought and proceeded to the following room. In that room, she encountered a teenager writing in a notebook. Her unkempt hair was tousled across her face, but when she looked up, the girl bore a shocking resemblance to her own teenage self. Feeling scared and confused, she hurried to the next room, where she was confronted by a woman. It was herself.

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