Every world had many verses. Every verse had many fragments. It always seemed to go deeper and deeper into itself, a bottomless pit with only ledges to break your fall. At the very least, each ledge had its own story. And this day, the fallen kings took interest in one of these ledges, far down into the abyss where she so patiently waited for the bird to rejoin them. The bird was not here; she would always take a while. So, why waste more of a nonexistent lifetime?
A gap opened itself on the metaphorical ledge, and the odd demon passed through, the kings perched on her shoulders. As it closed behind her, she and her companions glanced around at the environment they had appeared into. She had never been here before, that much was certain; the timeline seemed slightly wilted to her, as well, but that was no matter.
She was expecting nothing much; maybe just a few humans having a sort of get-together. What she found, however, was the opposite. A singular lady, with blue hair, of all colors; a strange find. Was she supposed to be able to see her? Who knew, she mused. At least her curiosity had been awakened, and the kings’ had, as well, leading to three pairs of eyes resting on that blue anomaly. Rather slowly, she walked a few steps to the side, as if inspecting them.