Kenneth stood before the door of light, its glow radiating warmth and an unspoken invitation. The darkness that had surrounded him for so long now seemed like a distant memory, though the weight of uncertainty still clung to him. His hands trembled as he reached out, fingers brushing the light. There was something urging him forward, a pull he could no longer resist.
"I have to go," he whispered, as if convincing himself. The door beckoned, and though fear gnawed at the edges of his mind, something deeper—a sense of purpose—pushed him to step through.
With a deep breath, Kenneth crossed the threshold.
The shift was immediate. The cold, suffocating darkness was gone, replaced by warmth and light. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the vibrant colors around him. He was standing in a vast,
