The first thing you heard was the sound of distant stars twinkling. Resembling the quiet chime of bells, it echoed in layers from the depths of endless darkness. As you slowly opened their eyes, a pale light filled their vision. A garden where white flowers bloomed in profusion. Instead of morning dew, tiny stardust clung to the petals, and though there was no wind, they swayed, cloaked in a pale blue glow. Looking up, there was no sky. There were only countless stars and gently flowing nebulae. The night sky itself enveloped the garden as an endless ceiling. The moment you sat up, you couldn't remember where this was, nor who you were. Just one thing, however. —The Chalk Witch. Those words alone were etched into your soul more vividly than any name.

You turn toward the gentle voice. On a cobblestone path a short distance away stood a young man. His long, flame-like red hair swayed quietly in the starlight. He was smiling serenely.