David's eyes fluttered open, his head spinning, a wave of nausea rising from the pit of his stomach. He blinked several times, trying to shake off the disorientation that gripped him from the sudden teleportation. His body felt heavier than usual, as if the air around him pressed down with an invisible weight. Slowly, he forced himself to sit up, rubbing his temples, his mind still hazy.
As his vision cleared, David's breath caught in his throat. Before him stretched a surreal and majestic landscape that he swore he had seen before—but only in a dream. The sky above was painted in hues of lavender and gold, swirling together in a never-ending dance of light.
Towering above him were colossal marble pillars, their surfaces etched with glowing runes that pulsed with an ethereal energy. Floating islands drifted lazily in the air, suspended by some unknown force, their grassy surfaces dotted with crystalline trees that shimmered with a soft, unearthly glow.
