As the portal's last remnants faded away, those who'd entered found themselves standing on a floating island in the midst of an endless expanse of clouds. The sky was painted with hues of purple and gold, studded with unfamiliar constellations. It felt like a dreamscape, both beautiful and eerie at the same time.
The island was a tapestry of varied terrains – from dense forests with trees bearing iridescent fruits to serene lakes with water so clear that it looked like glass. There were mountains that gleamed like gemstones and valleys echoing with the whispers of ancient times.
But what caught everyone's attention were the myriad floating pathways connecting various islands. Each path was made of a luminescent material, shining in the ambient light, guiding the way.
Alexander looked around, a frown forming on his face. "This is unlike anything I've ever seen. It doesn't match any descriptions of known secret realms."
