Adham's eyes fluttered open to a world bathed in hues of purple and deep blue. The sky above shimmered, not with stars, but with moving, swirling patterns reminiscent of the Northern Lights. The air was thick, and an unfamiliar energy pulsated through it.
He tried to rise but stumbled, the ground beneath him feeling spongy and uneven. Towering structures loomed in the distance, their shapes distorted and constantly shifting, as if made from liquid shadow. The landscape was alien, and the silence was deafening.
Just as he began to take in his surroundings, a soft hiss echoed from the shadows. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Silhouettes, darker than the night itself, began to emerge, their forms indistinct and constantly shifting. The shadow creatures seemed curious, circling him cautiously.
Fear gripped Adham. Every instinct screamed at him to run, but where could he go? As the creatures drew closer, their features became clearer. Eyes, red and piercing, stared at him intently from their shadowy forms.
Suddenly, a loud shout broke the tense standoff. "Stay away from him!" A group of humans, armed with strange glowing weapons, charged towards the scene. The shadow creatures hissed and retreated, melting back into the darkness from whence they came.
The apparent leader of the group, a tall woman with silver hair and a fierce gaze, approached Adham. "Who are you? And how did you get here?" she demanded.
"I... I don't know," Adham stammered, still reeling from the encounter. "One moment I was in my world, and now... this."
The woman's eyes narrowed. "Your world? So you're another one of the 'transferred'. Just what we needed."
Confusion clouded Adham's mind. "Transferred? What are you talking about?"
She sighed, her demeanor softening slightly. "Come with us. It's not safe here. The shadows grow bolder by the day."
As they made their way towards a fortified encampment, Adham's head was full of questions. But one thing was clear: he was no longer in his world, and the dangers here were very real.