A vast blue sky, a sea of grass. Misa stood in the middle, watching the thin, green stalks wave at her and brush against her white dress.
"Where am I?" She looked up at the sky. Such a clear blue, with not a cloud marring its pure surface. The sun was nowhere to be seen, yet everything was bright as midday.
"Misa?" A familiar voice, carried by the wind. A string of leaves whirled around Misa, turning her around and shooting towards a single direction. Misa squinted. Someone stood in the grass, a small figure in the distance. A woman, Misa thought, as she too had on a gleaming, white dress.
"Y-you're..." Somehow, Misa knew. She just knew who it was. "Tika."
The witch came closer, though she did not walk. It was strange, ethereal, as if the entire field beneath her feet had moved so that
