Alex's consciousness flickered back to life within the sterile white of the transmigration system. The familiar hum resonated within him, a comforting counterpoint to the mental echoes of the silent world he'd just left. Anya, ever-observant, scrutinized his expression.
"You alright, Alex?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.
He nodded, letting out a slow breath. "It's a lot to take in, Anya. A world that fears sound itself. It makes you wonder what other bizarre realities the tapestry holds."
Anya's brow furrowed as a new distress call pulsed through the system's interface. "Speaking of bizarre," she said, "this one's unlike anything we've encountered before."
