"How did you find this out?" The woman with long white hair sat at a table within a cubic room. In front of her, another woman with a deathly look in her eyes seemed tired of everything, like a doll sitting there, just waiting to be moved.
The room had nothing, or almost nothing: just a bed and a desk, no windows, doors, or sounds, only her, a table, and study papers, many of them.
"I just found out, mother," she said. However, Alice couldn't understand anymore what all this was about, why her daughter suddenly became like this.
It had been ten years already; Morgana was like this, like an empty shell, a doll. She did nothing, said nothing, ate nothing; just studied. Every day, she studied all the books that appeared.
