"La... la la..."
Sitting atop the Stone Gate, Aika swung her legs as she hummed a cheerful tune.
She was very happy.
Though there was nothing before her but a wasteland, Aika could feel that she was happy.
No, not merely happy.
Apprehension, nervousness, unease, fear—after coming to this world, Aika had tasted all sorts of emotions. She was like a doll gradually being filled with feelings of every kind. These were things Aika had never experienced before, because she simply could not experience them. The joy of success, the frustration of failure, the surprise and tension of making a mistake—none of these had ever had anything to do with the girl. To her, the future she wished for was reality, and whatever she wanted to do would come to pass. Nothing could excite her, nor could anything stir even the slightest ripple within her.
Because everything was under her control.
Because she knew that everything would become this way, everything would become that way, everything would become as it should be.
From the moment she was born, she had clearly known this. She knew who she was, where she had come from, and where she was going. More than that, she could even see the endings of those around her.
To the girl, this world held no secrets.
If she wished for life, life would be born.
If she wished for death, death would spread.
She was the embodiment of truth, connected to the world.
There was no such thing as impossible. Anything could be manipulated, achieved, or destroyed. To her, everything had already happened, and everything had reached its end. Knowing fate, grasping the future, compiling phenomena, choosing the future. She could decide any possibility entirely according to her will; whatever she wished the world to become, the