After having his soul tossed out of the timeline he was previously in, Valerius found himself in a magical location, which was unlike anything he had ever seen before.
It was a realm suspended in the ethereal space between reality and imagination, where the skies shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors not known to the earthly palette.
Below, the ground was not made of dirt or stone but of swirling mists that ebbed and flowed like the gentle tides of an otherworldly sea.
Crystalline structures jutted out from the mists, their surfaces reflecting the myriad lights above, creating a landscape that was both mesmerizing and disorienting.
As he floated past them, he caught sight of his reflection in these crystalline structures.
He touched his face. The reflection was that of a very beautiful young man, whose beauty transcended boundaries. He had returned to the body of Valerius J. Khaleji.
