"Welcome, to the nation of Verona many years in the past." Monika announced as a frown appeared on Alice's face.
"Verona of the past? Is someone from the North here? Or was it someone who experienced it and left?" Alice asked.
With this realm being woven from dreams, in a sense it worked similar to the Inverted World.
Of course, despite functioning in a similar way, Alice doubted the accuracy of one's memory compared to the data bank of the Abyss.
The butterfly contemplated for a moment, its wings fluttering in the cold wind of the North.
"One of those answers are correct. Sometimes, the locations you visit are constructs of your own memory. Your home, your academy and so on. Sometimes, it's a reflection of what you deem to be the past, the history.
"A construct of the information you have gathered." Without saying any more, Monika's butterfly disappeared into the fog.
Letting out a slight sigh, Alice followed the trail towards the first checkpoint.
