Ethan floated in a world of silver, purple, and blue, his eyes wide, reflecting the kaleidoscope around him. A sense of wonder softened his expression, and he found himself entranced by the brilliance of this strange realm, a place that felt as if it was suspended beyond time and reason. He didn't remember how he'd arrived; there was no memory of a door opening or a path leading here. Instead, it was as though he had always been a part of this world, as if it had waited in some dark corner of his mind, dormant, until now.
Everything around him hummed with energy—a pulsating, powerful force that felt both alien and familiar. He was surrounded by floating constructs, luminous silver shapes that defied all logic and gravity. They spiraled around him, morphing seamlessly from one form to another: a holographic dragon, then a thousand interlocking gears, then an immense eye that blinked and scattered into particles of stardust.
