The Least Common Denominator

XLVI.IV Center of Mass

"Paint? Don't compare my new appearance to something so mundane, Master."

"It's an analogy, Ica. Don't get your panties in a twist about it."

With the light having been reduced down to bearable levels, my eyes were finally able to adjust themselves and give me some idea on what the top floor of my mindscape finally looked like. I could only think that it was caused by the light, but my surrounding area somehow still looked white when compared to the casual wooden brown that the rest of the library sported. Looking around, there was a lone bookshelf and a table right in the middle of the floor, and.... nothing else.

Huh. So the top floor was barren save for a bookshelf and a table for two. Standing out against the rest of the white, it kind of gave off the feeling of having a decent tea time in heaven.

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