What do we have here? Oh, the bonk hammer

In a land of rainbows and trees, filled with white haze and ambient purple light, walked a pale lady –𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝– who ambled on a white cobblestone bridge.

The path ahead stretched to infinity, yet she trekked forward without stopping.

Suddenly, 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝's mute steps accelerated, picking up momentum with each meter she crossed. However, instead of going forward, 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 progressed backward. And abruptly, the enriching forest, unhurriedly warped.

It soon morphed into a library, festooned with a gold casing for the shelves. And white-bronze floors.

𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝's eyes locked on a figure 90 degrees north of her. A lady – to be precise– with rainbow-colored hair that passed her legs while wearing a sleeveless purple dress embellished with sparkling jewels, glancing out the massive clock window with mirror-like pink eyes.