Wanda sits at the edge of the world, her legs dangeling off the edge. She is dressed plainly, long grey shorts hang below her knees, black shoes with red socks, an oversized grey top hangs from her tiny shoulders. The world is a huge flat polygon, looking down at it, you can make out the continents and latitude and longitude line, like you're looking at a map. She stares off into the white, blank that is the sky. Tiny braids hold her long dark hair back, not a strand out of place. She hums a little. Why is she here?