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☀️ Arselia and Akonia

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Deciding not to disturb the doll, Ayano turned away from it and thoughtfully stroked her chin. The situation wasn't unusual – in her home world, such automatons also existed, and she had even met some of them personally. Could this mean that these automatons also came from her plane, or was it just a coincidence due to the similarity of the worlds? And if so, this implied a whole host of new mysteries, the answers to which might not be easy to find. Pacing back and forth in the shop in a deep state of contemplation, she tried to formulate them in her mind.
- If we assume that they were summoned not by anyone else, but by the same astrological-celestial method, then by whom specifically from the royal family? Why and when?
- Were they summoned from her home world?
- If so, does this mean that there aren't that many worlds in the universe to make such a coincidence possible? Can we conclude from this that the power of the celestials – limited by their size – is not as great as it may seem to an ordinary person at first glance?
- What is a celestial being in that case – a fundamentally unknowable, supernatural entity relative to the ordinary world, which numerous barbarian peoples are accustomed to calling gods, or are they some quite tangible actors, possessing enough power to move a person from one plane to another?
- Even in her home world, there were portals from one place to another, created by people with a certain degree of magical talent. In the case of "worlds," it is not difficult to scale up a similar picture in one's mind, without resorting to vague philosophical descriptions of the universe. If all this lies within the realm of understanding, is reverse movement possible?
One theory clung to another, each previous thesis gave rise to a new one, and although, ultimately, at the moment, none of them could be confirmed, the Nihonkan felt that she had found some thread leading through the heavy fabric of ambiguity, in an attempt to conceptualize her current reality.
In the same thoughtful pose, she cast a mysterious glance at the saleswoman, trying to determine if she was a construct, and as if silently asked her all these unexpressed numerous questions.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.