With wide-eyed wonder, MK awoke to an unimaginable sight—a boundless expanse of enigmatic darkness stretched before him, a void so profound it left him breathless with awe. He find himself suspended, floating amidst the unknown.
A sudden rush of astonishment surged through him, and he couldn't contain his bewildered thoughts. "Where's Maestro? Where am I?" MK's voice quivered with anticipation.
Seated in this mystifying realm, a peculiar sensation coursed through him as he felt a faint weight settling upon his thigh. Gazing downward, he beheld The Untitled resting there, but it was no ordinary book; it emanated an ethereal, radiant glow like never before. Eagerly, he reached out to grasp it, but he can't.
A gasp of surprise escaped him, and his heart raced with uncertainty. "What is this? Am I in the realm of the departed?" MK's mind raced as he swiveled his gaze, yet the obscurity around him remained impenetrable, a canvas for the unknown.
