Melonne is so small that she cannot handle the space around her. She is small, so small that she does not fill enough space. She wants someone to help her fill the big, open space. It is so big that it is too cold for her, and it is so empty of her that she has a cold, pink hole inside of her; the space is so big that it is inside her. A mattress is so big for Melonne that she sleeps in the blue cold. The blue darkness is more dark for her because there is so much space for the darkness. She thinks about expanding her small body, stretching her white skin and red muscle to fill the room, but her hooves are like clubs that cannot do it. Someone else must help her and join her small body. Melonne wants someone big that is solid and full to join her open body. She wants her wet mouth, her throat, and her cupped hand to be filled up. Her ears, and her proportioned nose, and her glassy eyes, and pores, and every hole to fill up. Then Melonne will stop feeling the space that parts her from everything else.

Melonne wants his imagination to show in the white court. The court of the space he can't fill, the big space. But it favours mystic monkey girl Maria, a clone of Melonne that doesn't feel shame like him. Melonne wants to show Maria's neck constrict from the inside as her blue lips spread for air and her loose jaw creeks with strain. He fantasizes of the sharp ring from her head bludgeoned against metal, then the metallic taste from her collapsed face against his tongue. But the court does not match Melonne's imaginary. The order of the court is as follows: the white dimension, Maria's dimension, and the Pommel state.