A vast, ethereal expanse stretched before David, bathed in a soft, golden light. Floating islands drifted lazily in the air, suspended by an unseen force. Towering marble spires adorned with intricate carvings rose into the heavens, their peaks shimmering like beacons. Between the islands, glowing bridges of translucent energy arched gracefully, connecting one majestic structure to another.
Clouds, tinged with hues of lavender and gold, swirled around the floating landmasses, their movement slow and serene. The air itself seemed alive, humming with ancient power as if this place was sacred, untouched by the mortal world.
David blinked, his mind struggling to process the surreal beauty of his surroundings. The ground beneath him felt soft, like he was standing on a cloud. A gentle breeze caressed his skin, carrying with it the faint scent of something otherworldly—like rain mixed with the fragrance of blossoms long forgotten by time.
