Somewhere else, in an indistinct location of that separate space, a place with no landmarks and seemingly no coordinates, the glowing, pitch-black darkness was nowhere to be seen, replaced by the purest white radiance in the world.
Bone-chillingly low temperatures permeated the vast area enclosed in glowing ice. It was as if the scene came straight from the insides of a frozen cavern, but there was nothing natural about it, be it its location or creation.
Of course, that unnatural location wasn't empty, either.
Liiza stood at the very center of that uneven, frozen cave, her glowing white eyes pointed straight ahead despite their light not illuminating anything specific. She appeared to be alone, but she knew far better than that.
Searching for the twisted space's creator had led Liiza to a seemingly empty, faraway place, trapping her in an environment she couldn't hope to navigate despite her proclivity in those fields.
