Ring Finger Art, Magical Girls, and the Witch Trial

A meteor shower falling from the sky, a helpful star, and an unconventional Ringmaster. The girl taken away by the star left her nest, left the city, left the "river," and lost her memories. In the new world, she should have been able to live the "ordinary" life of a Ringmaster, perhaps even make a few friends. But when she wakes up, she's in prison, and her memories have faded to white once more. Witches, magic: none of it makes sense. Her fellow inmates don't seem easy to talk to, and their eyes look a little off. The guard, meanwhile, feels strangely familiar. Ms. Hamabe never quite fits in with the other inmates, but she wants to help them. Ms. Hamabe believes that "everything will be all right, and everything will fall into place." Well, since we're here, let's start with a cup of kombucha.

(This is an original female protagonist fanfic, and some details may differ from the source. I sincerely apologize if that makes you uncomfortable.)

(A reader pushed into the ring by a ghosting author. This is my first book, so please bear with me.)