I return after a long break. :  ) This isn't very detailed, but I felt it didn't need to be. It's completely impossible as well, so that's why it's FICtion. :  ) Chapters will be short.

This is based on game three. Those of you who have tried to get on the roof by the flying fox will get some of this.

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I've never seen this place before. Neither have a I come across anything like it. I think those are trees in the distance. They're brown and green fan-like objects, but they seem to be badly-spray painted or something. At any rate, the sky looks real enough. If not peculiar. It starts with orange on the top, then fringes smoothly into blue, purple, and then black.

I look down at my feet. They look the same as usual. The disturbing thing is the floor I'm standing on – or rather, lack thereof. The ground in completely black and only faintly speckled with grey, and it blends seamlessly into the sky. This means that I can't see how far it goes, or whether it's there at all. I take a single, cautious step.

The sky disappears.

No, it doesn't – it's back now, at any rate. The sky spins, as if I'd taken a nosedive the wrong way. Much too out of proportion to the action. But the trees vanish with every step I take, some going for good, some occasionally returning out of nowhere. The sky changes as I walk under it, blending to reds and blues and even green in an eye's blink.

What is this place?

Suddenly I drop. Not very much, but certainly enough to jolt me. I look down again gingerly. The floor still doesn't appear to be there. Just darkness. And those gray flecks on the floor, which revolve like a miniature accelerated galaxy. It makes me giddy.

I turned around to see how many trees were left. By that, I meant full circle. I gasped.

It's not that they were all gone. An entire forest surrounds me. I turn quickly to see the whole thing, before realizing I might just warp to another crazy scenario. But no, I'm still here.

It's warm and very humid. Sticky would be the word, but I don't think I'm sweating. A vegetation-clad krans stands stoically behind me, and there was a long slope ahead of me. I couldn't even see where it ended, but there were some nasty looking pits that looked full of spikes to me. Jungle birds screeched, and I thought I heard a monkey chattering.

I turn and take a few steps. While everything has the spray-paint look to it, it seems to be an entirely normal jungle; Asian, perhaps. I had no recollection of the place, but it felt strangely like I had been here before.

I sensed motion  out of the corner of my eye and whirled around, cringing only slightly as the scenery swirled around me like a bizarre merry-go-round I was perpetually trapped on.

There's a woman standing exactly where I was a moment ago, her right side to me at an angle that I can see neither her front nor her back. All I can see is the side of her face, but it catches my eye – or rather, both of them.

Words form on my tongue.

"Who are you?"

The woman turns to face me. She smiles, but the look in her eyes in pure malice. "My name is Lara Croft."

Something rings distant bells in my mind. Something's not quite right here. I don't remember what, but...

Then it hits me. I blurt out the next statement without thinking.

"But that's my name."