Cael opened his eyes and found himself in a white realm.
The world around him was vast and empty, an endless expanse of pure white that stretched in every direction. There was no sky, no ground, no horizon—just an infinite void of nothingness. But scattered across this white void, as far as his eyes could see, were mirrors.
Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. They stood in rows and clusters, their surfaces reflecting the endless white. Some were tall and elegant, their frames ornate and gilded. Others were small and simple, their edges worn smooth by time. They stretched into the distance like a forest of glass, each one a silent sentinel in this strange realm.
Cael's first thought was that he had entered a resonance again. The white void, the strange surroundings—it felt familiar, similar to the visions he had experienced before. But as he looked at the mirrors around him, he rejected that thought. This was different. This was not a resonance. This was something else entirely.
