...?
Amon...
The familiar name flashed through her mind. Alice lowered her head to look at the Worm of Time still wriggling and crawling in her palm, as well as the densely packed Worms of Time around her, and couldn't help frowning.
So disgusting... How did He come up with a scene like this... Should I play along?
After a brief moment of confusion, Alice recalled how she had reacted when she had seen Amon before. She closed her eyes and let out a piercing scream:
"Help! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
She had only managed to scream halfway before a sensation of falling struck her. It was as though she had fallen from a great height to the ground. When she opened her eyes, the familiar ceiling was before her.
...Where was Amon?
Since the first thing she saw wasn't Amon's face, Alice found it a little strange. She instinctively sat up in bed and looked around, eventually spotting a crow on the windowsill, its eyes ringed in white.
Why doesn't He turn into something with white feathers and black around its eyes? A white crow would be so cool... Huh?!!!
The strange thought flashed through her mind and seemed to successfully lead the other person in the room astray. The crow on the windowsill really changed, gaining white feathers and black eye rings.
Alice opened her mouth in shock. After pondering for a moment, she asked:
"Then why don't you try rainbow colors, gradient colors, fluorescent—"
Her voice came to an abrupt halt. Her vocal cords were still vibrating, but her voice had vanished.
...?!
Alice widened her eyes and glared furiously at the white crow on the windowsill.
But the crow seemed too lazy to pay attention to her. With a flap of its wings, it flew out the window. Alice