> WHITE.
Everything was white—as far as the eye could see. A blank canvas of endless whiteness.
No shadows, no visible source of light.
An infinite plane: silent, flat, disturbingly plain.
Like the page of a notebook where even existence had been erased.
Mirelle knelt in the middle of this emptiness.
Her breathing was rapid; her lungs didn't feel full.
The surface beneath her had no substance—it was intangible, like brushing against a hallucination.
Questions swirled in her mind, but none had answers:
"How did I get here?"
"Was it that creature who did this?"
At that very moment, without her realizing, a speech bubble appeared above her head, her thoughts written inside:
"How did I get here? Was it that entity's doing?"
She looked around. No buildings, no signs, no beings, not even a horizon.
Just white—thick, bottomless, meaningless.
She cleared her throat and tried to call out:
(Speech bubble) "Is anyone there?"
