The Creation of the World hung high in the night sky above the Endless Sea, where a chilly breeze swept over, gently bobbing the tiny waves around. The small boat swayed unsteadily, like a dream not quite awake before the dawn.
However, Alice actually didn't know what "dreaming" was—she had slept for a very long time, but unlike humans, she had never truly dreamed. She guessed dreaming must be similar to this state.
Floating in a vast expanse, her thoughts also began to drift.
She lifted her head and saw nothing but seawater in the distance. The distant lights of the Homeloss seemed like tiny candle flames floating on the surface of the sea, which even gave her the feeling that the whole world had disappeared, leaving only herself, the small boat beneath her, and the boundless Endless Sea.
Oh, and the three Doomsday Preachers who were trussed up on the deck.
The doll-like miss withdrew her gaze from the distance and curiously examined the heretics bound before her.
