As Midas stepped onto the Stone, his world twisted and in an instant, he found himself in a new one. This world was not a world of stars. It was a blank world of white. What had once been solid ground behind and beneath him, was now something that made him feel like he was adrift in an alien expanse.
But that was not the weirdest thing in this place.
Vibrant shapes, shimmering with every imaginable hue, floated around him like restless phantoms. They pulsed and shifted, sometimes gently colliding and merging, other times shattering upon contact into radiant shards of light.
The air buzzed with a strange energy, and Midas was not anxious at all. He was curious about where he was.
