Invert the sky...?
The words whispered into my head, ringing continuously as I stared at the little girl before me. I tried to make sense of her words, shifting my attention away from her and looking at the room.
A thought occurred to me then...
I turned my attention to the window. The dark, hazy gray sky loomed overhead, like an ink painting smeared across a canvas, while the pale white sun cast its cold light over everything below.
'....Could they want the sky to turn normal?'
But why?
If they wanted to see the sun they could just go out. Why would they want to 'Invert the Sky'?
'Could it be that they can't go out of the Mirror Dimension?'
The thought dug deeply into my mind, and the more I thought about it, the louder this thought became in my mind.
But there were still many questions.
....Of such questions, there was one that I wanted to know the most.
I looked at the blind girl.