On a floating island that is flying somewhere within the endless sea, silence fell as a ripple of light shimmered in the air.
A figure descended slowly, carried by unseen hands. She was lowered gently onto the stony ground, the person was placing her there with care.
From her perspective, the world shifted unnaturally. The surrounding colors deepened, became saturated, layered like painted glass. Countless indescribable figures— shadows, lights, and forms she couldn't comprehend —flashed across her vision in a blur. When the strange kaleidoscope of reality returned to normal, Masha instinctively turned her head to thank the one who had delivered her.
But no one was there.
The figure had already vanished, leaving her alone in the dim corner.
"Is that my Real Body? But Why can't I feel her connection?"
The girl was Masha— or, more precisely, one of her clones.
