Prologue

If I look up at the clear blue sky, I can see a giant island floating there, gently, as if it had no better place to be.

The scenery I can see from here hasn’t changed one bit since I was born.

If I look further beyond, I can see another island of a different size, floating in much the same manner.

Of course, that hasn’t changed either.

Neither has what I’ve wanted to be, ever since I was little.

Where do Snow White Witches go, I wonder?

Back during that time when I had wanted to know everything about this world.

Back to when I had wanted colors to fill my snow-white world.

I had wanted so many colors.

Since then I’ve been led on, all along, by a single, brilliant ray of crimson light.

Just how many colors does my world have now, I wonder?