The Eternal Voyager soared away from the majestic Middle Land, its gleaming hull cutting through the cosmic mists like a silent predator. Drakken flew alongside, his fiery wings casting an eerie glow over the ethereal fog. The rest of the crew was still pondering the mysteries of the land they had just left behind—an ancient place of balance and order amidst the chaos of the Nebula.
Selene leaned against the ship's railing, her glowing form dim as she reflected on their recent discovery. "It's almost too perfect," she murmured. "That place, the harmony… it shouldn't exist, not in a universe like this."
"I felt the same," Tierra said softly, her earthen form shimmering as she joined Selene at the edge of the ship. "The balance was unnatural. It felt… maintained, but by what exactly?"
