The Formatted Girl

In the vast, boundless white world, the pure-white girl almost seemed to blend into the surrounding space, so slight that she was nearly impossible to make out.

She was an exceptionally petite little girl. Having dealt with the Rozen Maidens for so long, I could tell at a glance that such a tiny build was because she was a doll. She wore a pure-white bud dress, and her skin was as snowy and flawless as fine jade. Her loose twin tails draped over the girl curled up in a ball, her waist-length hair almost covering most of her body. Her right eye was covered by a white rose that seemed to have grown there, while her left eye was tightly shut. Even after I came to her side, the girl did not open her eyes.

After taking a closer look, I discovered something even more wrong with the little girl: she seemed to be melting into the surrounding white space. Nearly a quarter of her body had become blurred, with a thin mist covering those indistinct areas. On one side was the little girl's body; on the other was my mental world.

She was like a piece of dry ice sublimating away!

"Alaya, how did she end up like this?"

I did not speak aloud, instead asking directly through Spiritual Connection. This was my Spiritual Sea, and Alaya lived within it, so communicating with her was as quick and easy as thinking to myself.

"Sorry, Monarch Brother. I only just noticed something was wrong with her, but she was already like this," Alaya's "voice" echoed through the Spiritual Sea. A girl enveloped in a sacred halo abruptly materialized in the white space. This girl really treated my Spiritual Sea like her own home now—just look at how practiced she was