Lucian blinked, his vision adjusting to a strange, ambient glow that surrounded him. The sensation of floating, detached from his body, was both disorienting and oddly soothing. He looked around, trying to make sense of where he was, but everything seemed hazy, like a dream that refused to come into focus.
Slowly, as if emerging from a dense fog, the world took shape around him. He found himself standing—or was it floating?—in a massive, seemingly endless queue. The line stretched on forever, winding through an expanse of stars and strange lights. Beings of all shapes and sizes floated or stood in this line, each waiting patiently. Some were humanoid, others ethereal, and a few were indescribable, their forms shifting and flickering as if they existed on the edge of reality.
