After comforting herself for a while, Alice swam upwards following the seaweed.
As she swam closer to the surface of the sea, the light grew brighter. Alice closed her eyelids and left only a narrow slit to see through.
The seaweed extended all the way to the surface of the sea, where it floated and grew into a large area, making it look like an island when viewed from the water's surface.
As Alice emerged from the water, she noticed that the side of the seaweed that floated on the surface of the water was sun-bleached to a whitish color and had even sprouted flowers.
Flowers? Alice had no idea that seaweed could grow flowers.
Looking around, Alice soon spotted Ange. He was meandering on the 'island' formed by the seaweed, walking as if on flat ground, and from time to time, gesturing towards some strands of seaweed that obediently floated towards him.
Inspecting, registering, comparing, Ange fell into his most familiar rhythm.
