For those not familiar with how my drawings work, I usually put an "Archives" that give context to the drawing. This is not the best example, however, because these Archives are very cryptic. They're usually way more straightforward when it comes to storytelling. For this particular case, they're translated lyrics of the song that inspired me Alice to begin with. The wonky grammar is part of the base song, too.

【Archives, 4.01.4849】

But what are you doing here, you're speaking cloud, you're climbing on wooden branches. You "sky" or you swim, while we are sewing down there. Come see the thunderstorm.

Or go and tell the rain, your cold friend who troubles the glittering moon when the clouds are drying, that here sometimes we run away. Hope is rough.

« Be quiet » she says, « I am the proud fiancée of raindrops, and I will only come as pearl to rain down on your doubts. »

What are you heating yourself up with ? Flower of the stake, when you burn some affected wood. Where do you go to sleep, when you have burned naked ? We're coming for you.

Light up the stars, if it's your life. Climb down as ashes the mainsail, we are singing from here, lighting up a freezing beacon. No more conflagration.

« Be quiet » she says, « It's for you that I jumped into the fire, in order for me to escape it more beautiful, for tomorrow to be better. »

Where are you digging misery ? Down to the end, you're going to unearth the earth. Standing up in the mud, you invent, you light up a glade. A pretty light.

Your large arms make forest of green branches, the sun was not prepared. Your large discoveries were but a secret world. We're ringing the alarm.

« Be quiet » she says, « I'm running, I'm growing, I'm blending with the world, I'm living a pastel spring and the life submerges you. »

Why do you swim deep ? When your eyes sink, when you crawl towards the horizon, your wave unravels and we heat up the house. Love is a crowd.

Clean yourself up if you want, in great waters, in the tide if that's better. We will make a ship, a shelter floats in its midst. The reef is beautiful.

« Be quiet » she says, « I am wedded to the great sea, and when I lather as lacework, I come back dry and proud. »