Darrian's POV
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Darrian landed hard on cold stone.
Or-at least it felt like stone. But when he opened his eyes, nothing around him looked real. Everything shimmered with a faint silver hue, like moonlight trapped in glass. The sky was a swirling void, neither day nor night. The floor was smooth and glowing, endless in every direction... except for one structure.
A door.
Tall. Arched. Made of ancient wood that pulsed faintly with light, as though it were alive.
He stood slowly, feeling weightless yet whole. His heart beat, though he didn't breathe. The silence was absolute until he reached for the handle-and the door opened on its own.
Inside, it was warm.
A circular chamber, domed like a temple, with a soft fire flickering in a bowl at its center. Shelves lined the walls, holdi
