Noirette stirred in the haze of slumber, her consciousness surfacing like a diver breaking through water.
When her eyes opened, she found herself enveloped in an endless expanse of bright white void, stretching in every direction without boundary or blemish.
There was no ground beneath her feet, yet she stood firm; no sky above, yet light permeated everything.
It was a realm of pure nothingness, serene and absolute, where thoughts could echo undisturbed.
For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to believe she might find inner peace here, a respite from the fever's grip and the world's relentless chaos.
But solitude was short-lived.
A familiar voice chimed through the emptiness, light and teasing. "Well, this is rather minimalist, is it not? I expected more flair from your subconscious."
Noirette turned to see Blanchette materialize, conjuring a grand sofa from thin air with a casual wave of her hand.
