Heine didn't know how long he had been moving forward when suddenly the tension in his hand eased, followed by a brightness before his eyes.
He had arrived.
The warm breeze brushed past, with the intoxicating sunlight spilling onto his face.
Above his head was a clear sky encircled by black walls, with a colorless oak tree standing in the middle of lush green grass.
Its trunk was tall and straight, with a crown like an umbrella.
But it seemed to have been stripped of color, only black, white, and grey remained, clashing against its surroundings.
Heine looked at the small vial in his hand; the sand inside had nearly run out, leaving only a shallow layer.
He took slow steps forward, treading on the soft lawn, and walked to the foot of the colorless tree.
From afar, it was one sensation, yet under the tree's sprawling canopy that blotted out the sun, it was completely different.
Wherever his senses reached, there was complete silence.
