The last thing he remembered was the blinding light, the screeching of tires, and the echo of a world abruptly cut short. Then, darkness.

As consciousness slowly returned, he found himself in a space devoid of color or form. A vast, white emptiness stretched endlessly in every direction. He stood in this liminal void, aware of his own existence but uncertain of what lay ahead.

Suddenly, a figure materialized before him—an enigmatic entity that seemed to defy the emptiness around. The being radiated an otherworldly presence, and its voice echoed like distant thunder.

"I am the Observer, the one who oversees the tapestry of existence," the entity declared, its form indistinct yet strangely familiar. "You have traversed realms, and now, at the crossroads of fate, you stand."

Questions crowded the mind of the bewildered soul. "Where am I? What happened to the world I knew?"

"You have departed the old world, your previous existence," the Observer explained. "Yet, your journey is far from over. Another realm awaits—a land of dragons and intrigue."

As the soul grappled with this revelation, the Observer continued, "You hold the power to shape your destiny. I offer you two wishes, two desires that shall define your rebirth."

A myriad of possibilities danced before the soul's eyes. Wealth, knowledge, or even immortality—they all beckoned. But he pondered, considering the world he was to enter and the challenges he might face.

"I wish for a dragon of unparalleled strength and resilience," he declared, conviction in his voice. "And a body, a vessel, akin to the legendary super soldiers of my old world."

The Observer's form rippled as if nodding in acknowledgment. "Your wishes are accepted. The Cannibal shall be your dragon, and your body shall embody the pinnacle of mortal strength."

Yet, as the soul began to entertain more whimsical desires, the Observer interjected. "There are limits to what can be granted. The essence of balance must be maintained. Certain wishes disrupt the fabric of existence."

Undeterred, the soul contemplated his choices. The weight of his decisions lingered, a prelude to the odyssey that awaited in the realm of Westeros. With the wishes made and accepted, the white void began to fade, and the soul felt the pull of a new reality.

As the emptiness dissolved, the soul glimpsed the silhouette of a dragon against a backdrop of fire and ice—a harbinger of the journey that awaited in the world of House of the Dragon.