A melon lightyears away?

Clara jumped and screamed. She cave was gone and she had held a melon in her hands that was now falling, falling, crashing on the ground, exploding into a million pieces of red pulp. She stared incredulously at the red and green goo at her feet. It smelled a lot like a cozy campfire with the heavy odours of wood and hay filling her nose, complemented by the wonderful smell of fat meat drizzling into the flames, evaporating, filling the air. She never knew melons could smell... so... good. Clara mused. Melons could not smell like meat and campfires. Slowly, ever so slowly she looked up. Fire! she gasped as she finally noticed she was shrouded by the toxic fumes of a medieval city engulfed in flames and she was standing right in the middle of this inferno!

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