Yujun's hazel eyes fluttered open, adjusting slowly to the peculiar emptiness that surrounded him. The void seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions, an expanse both comforting and disconcerting. As he raised his hands to inspect them, he couldn't help but notice a subtle shift – a newfound strength, a sense of solidity that hadn't been there before. It was as though the very essence of his being had been honed and tempered, leaving him with an innate assurance that coursed through his veins.
"Wanda," he heard himself murmur, the syllables rolling off his tongue with a strange yet comforting familiarity. It was the voice of his constant companion, a presence that had been his steadfast guide through realms beyond the wildest reaches of his imagination. There was a sense of trust that had formed between them, a bond forged through trials and tribulations that transcended the boundaries of their respective existences.
