The girl at the end of the time tunnel, perfect like a great, eternal artwork capable of transcending time and space.
Her long silver hair cascades like a waterfall, billowing like clouds...
Her skin is as white as snow, delicate beyond even the finest white jade...
Black flames burn on her skin, not scorching it, but highlighting her sacred nobility, making her breathtaking.
"Hmm..."
Her eyes are filled with confusion.
She lifts a wisp of the jet-black flame, her blue eyes rising, gazing back through the time tunnel, at each "self"...
Pain shows deeply in her eyes—yes, she is pained for those 'white-haired girls'...
In fact.
Each white-haired girl within the time tunnel is not just a little girl, but each a fragmented space-time.
Within those fractured realms, each white-haired girl seeks a way out, yet they are failures...
