Alger, having been interrupted, froze for a moment. After a brief consideration, he repeated:
"Second, at a certain point, you were forced or voluntarily entered some peculiar space or state. Time there maintained a certain degree of flow, yet was fixed within a certain range, repeating in cycles..."
"A certain degree of flow, yet fixed within a certain range, repeating in cycles..." Alice murmured, closing her eyes as fragmented images flashed through her memories.
Unlike her continuous, coherent memories, those images were shattered and chaotic. Even their colors seemed insufficiently clear, but Alice barely managed to catch one relatively distinct frame among them.
It was an Angel with beautiful features and gentle facial features.
His expression was gentle yet detached. He was tall and slender, with silver hair reaching the middle of his back, and wore a simple, plain linen robe.
Looking at the layered wings of light behind him, Alice thought rather inappropriately, So Angel wings are fake... Does that mean I can't touch them?
She shook her head, casting aside the thought. Looking at the river beneath the Angel's feet, whose head and tail connected, she finally found the source of that sense of familiarity.
She raised her head toward Alger and Derrick, who were waiting for her to speak, and said softly:
"If it were Other Places, I would consider the possibility Mr. Hanged Man mentioned. But considering that you were exploring the temple of the Fallen Creator, I would advise you to be wary of someone.
"Ouroboros."
"Ouroboros?" Derrick repeated the name blankly.
Alger, Audrey, and Fors all turned to look at Alice. Judging by their expressions, this was probably the first time any of them had heard that name.
Alice pinched her brow. As she recalled what had come to mind when she clearly saw