A white sky stretched endlessly overhead, bathing everything beneath it in a soft, pale glow.
Below, a dazzling city stood proudly, its streets filled with crimson-armored knights patrolling in perfect order while villagers with bodies resembling stone golems quietly went about their day.
Alice's realm was changing with every passing day.
The once empty world of endless white had slowly become something far greater.
Buildings grew taller and more elegant, grand castles reached toward the sky, gardens bloomed where there had once been nothing, and new streets seemed to appear overnight as if the realm itself was dreaming them into existence.
Since it was built upon the Authority of Reality and Imagination, change was simply part of its nature.
Nothing here truly stayed the same for long.
Compared to the lonely white world it had once been, the realm now felt alive.
