^{The skies were beautiful, just as beautiful as they were. At the few moments later she somehow ended up here as she flew right through this area. she would search for best friend there? She would never forget how this place goes, it seems so silent. too silent. The expression of her feelings was certainly unlike others, more human.} 

^{Hearing restored, eyesight secured but her body temperature felt abnormally low and oddly, her skin produced various small amount of bumps on her shoulders. It was her father speaking, a face she was removed from for quite a large amount of time. Did he repair her? He was the one that built her—-Alisa moved her fingers; they felt stiff. She pushed the rest of her body upward—-her arms and legs felt oddly taut as well. Were her limbs affected? “Father,” she hesitantly pushed herself upwards even further under the watchful eye of her creator, “}

^{Lars was at this point busy. Maybe Lee has informed her father of the man she’s traveled with. But how could she communicate with such a revived body? Alisa stood to her feet once more, finding it easier to stand. The soreness would fade eventually but for now, Alisa enjoyed ever muscle movement in her body. It wasn’t simply a dream anymore—but reality.}

^{Given no such warning, Alisa looked upwards at the sound of her name. Usually everyone gave off heat signals of some kind but her eyes seems not see anything—-not a single place showed across her eyesight and it was yet another testimony to what she was now considered to be. She smiled, grateful to seeing the familiar face of someone she considered a high priority. ❝I am feeling corrected.❞}