Avery took a deep breath, bracing herself for what lay ahead. As she made her first step into this insolvable universe, a single study resonated through her head.
What if the truth was a commodity she was not prepared to confront?
The ground beneath her feet seemed to pulse with electricity, each stride sending ripples of light across the ever-changing landscape. The Architect moved with flowing ease, his figure blurring around the edges as if he were not relatively solid.
"Your training begins now, Avery," he yelled, his voice resonating with force."The first task is simple: reality is flexible. "Your will can shape it."
Avery's heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety."How do I indeed start?"
The architect's smile was enigmatic."Close your eyes. Feel the energy surrounding you. Now picture a basic commodity, such as a flower.
