Kurumi Tokisaki's Journey Through Anime Worlds

Summer sunlight streamed through the window, casting window-shaped dappled patterns of light on the quilt. A slender hand reached into the sunlight, seemingly seeking its warmth. The hand was very white, not a rosy white, but a sickly pale one, seemingly even whiter than the white quilt. Looking around, everything was as white as ever. There were no decorations, only a simple cabinet.