Jet black skies and pearl white earth, so flat that it felt like walking on glass. The horizon was a perfectly straight line, a perfectly unnatural sight to see. It gave off the impression that the background was not 'reality' but simply a painting done by someone with a straight edge and solid color paint. Indeed, in that world, it was impossible to judge distances, impossible to orientate oneself. No end point, no start point, nothing. Just fathomless darkness and light. A lonely place with no stimulus other than your own body.

Yet, as the child recalled past years, she realized that it had changed. There was no ground before. There was no horizon before, regardless of how fake it looked. And she...she did not have a body to accompany her mind until recently.

The girl looked at her hands, clenched them. They were solid now. They could not change in anyway other than natural growth now. How long was it since she had become aware? How long was it that she slept, a mere shadow of what she once was, and could have been? She could faintly remember a natural birth, but even that was faint. Was it imagined? Or something else? All that child knew was that some time ago, she became aware of herself, and of another human that appeared. All she knew was that something was causing her to grow, and that recently, she could faintly remember something else. Her name.

Fion.

And once again, that young man appeared once more, his body this time different. Was it normal for people to only have one arm? Probably not. But then again, was this man even the same being as herself? Then, she noticed something that she hadn't before, in her suspended stated of non-thinking.

She was missing her left arm, her shoulder ending in a stump.

He asked her a question, but she wasn't sure of the answer.

Instead, she looked at his left arm, and slowly, old memories began to flow back. A family by the name of Meyer. A monster that came out of a magical circle. A massacre that somehow passed over herself. A person who took her apart. And then...

Her vision blurred, and white noise rang through her ears incessantly as another change occurred on her body. She grew in every sense. Her hair lengthen, her arms and legs extended, her chest expanded, and soon, she was the same height as the man who asked her that unanswerable question.

In a world where the horizon was endless, a flat world that never curved, Fion asked the man a question in response to his own, in a voice she never used before.

[b]“I am Fion. Who are you?”[/b]