It was a place that defied the ordinary—a sanctuary carved from the dreams of gods and stars, awash in a luminous, shimmering white. Everything about it glowed softly.
The sky stretched endlessly, blanketed in a gentle, milk-like white—not oppressive, but light and serene. Floating through that sky were creatures, strange and beautiful, like butterflies from another world. Their wings glinted in every color imaginable, fluttering slowly through the air as though time itself had slowed down just to watch them dance.
The landscape below mirrored the sky's beauty, a breathtaking mixture of rolling golden grasses and elegant white-peaked mountains. Each rod of grass shimmered faintly, and the mountains majestically stood like guardians.
At the very summit of the highest mountain, nestled into a soft patch of grass, lay a man.
But not just any man.
