[ Okay. Okay then. This is... not as complicated as it seems, is it? The Imaginaerium is a mirror: it doesn't show anything that isn't already there in the first place. It can't turn an apple into an orange, a dog into a cat... a boy into a girl.

So, if Ichijou is here and Ichijou looks like this then... Hm. Well. That's new. It takes a few moments of mental re-calibration to properly adjust to this new information but it's not as though it's the most shocking new development in her life so far. ]

Well, uh. It wasn't exactly God that did this... probably? I'm actually not sure who made this place but...

[ She rubs the back of her head, looking a little awkward. Not because of Ichijou. Just all of this. She's never had to explain this world to anyone before and she doesn't know what words to use. ]

It's called the "Imaginaerium". It's a world where you can be your ideal self. The person you really are. That sort of thing.