The Earth
A vast world created from the seed of life, blooming with lives and magic. Its residents may differ greatly, but are all powerful and lively. The world where Fantochi & other species resides together in harmony.
A certain town in a certain place. Probably where they live happily ever after.
The mansion where Blanca and her servants reside. A humble castle in the outskirts, with pure white complexion. It doesn't often receive any visitors, nor does it seem that anyone is living there. It is only known that, curious trespassers never came back.
While its white appearance seem to make the castle a surreal work of art from afar, the feeling when you step into this place is totally opposite: it's too real - utterly uneasiness like prey watched by an predator; flesh, memory and guilt laying bare for eyes to see, like a drop of colours in a blank canvas - too noticeable, too vulnerable. The living thing can't seem to find any audience in this shameful performance, and that's what drives it insane - they know something is looking.