An updraft catches her—her wings spread out behind her, and, unlike in reality, easily hold her aloft. She's suddenly soaring through a blank, white space that stretches in all directions, a refreshingly cold wind whipping by her, buoying her up.

Far below, she can see items and even buildings scattered around... a sword, a wok, a book. A tombstone, a lion plushy. Hen House. Sun and Moon House.

At the very edge of her vision, in the far distance, where the curve of the horizon should be, stands a lone, familiar figure, blonde, in a blue outfit, holding a staff.