As Blake ventured deeper into the spirit world, the landscape around him continued to shift and change in ways that defied logic. The ground beneath his feet alternated between feeling solid and liquid, sometimes within the same step. The sky above – if it could even be called a sky – was a swirling mass of colors that pulsed with an otherworldly energy.
Despite the surreal surroundings, Blake remained focused on his task. He carried Rose's coffin with unwavering determination, his muscles straining but never faltering. The familiar glided alongside him, its form seamlessly adapting to the ever-changing environment.
After what felt like hours of walking, they came upon a vast, shimmering forest. The trees were unlike anything Blake had ever seen – their trunks were translucent, and their leaves seemed to be made of pure light.
