[Realm of Little Alice]
The space that greeted him on the other side of the door was familiar.
A gently sloping grassy hill stretched beneath his feet, the blades shifting with the passing wind. Beyond it, vast plains extended outward—so far that the horizon seemed less like an endpoint and more like something that was unfinished, as though the world simply continued beyond perception.
At the center of it all stood a single tree.
Tall, its presence was not imposing though. It simply stood rooted firmly in the middle of that open expanse, its branches swaying beneath a sky that was far too clear. Above, that brilliant blue stretched endlessly, scattered with drifting clouds and dominated by the gaze of the sun.
It was simple.
Painfully so.
The kind of place Grimm would ordinarily dismiss without a second thought.
His helmet tilted slightly upward as his gaze settled on the sky, the polished surface betraying nothing of what lay beneath.
