Amidst the boundless void unfit for terrestrial beings, a platform of stone brought itself together through unknown means, allowing the elf to finally stand.
["It's all flooding into my mind. This knowledge—it's from people of my bloodline. The other clans persecuted us because of our eyes…because when experiencing death, we could see this: the Origin. If I can just touch it…"]
Walking forward, stone rewound into the platform, forming a path for the elf with each step he took as he looked into the boundless kaleidoscope.
He reached the edge of the bridge as it no longer built itself, leaving him just shy of reaching the vibrating domain of infinite branches of creation.
["For some reason, more than anything, I feel as though I have to reach it. As though everything I've done in my life, every step I've taken, every word spoken, every meal eaten—it was all to reach this point."]
