"Hmm? Wasn't I just asleep? How did I suddenly end up here?"
He felt a cool breeze gently brushing across his face.
Originally, Aiven was in deep slumber, but as he slowly opened his eyes, he was amazed to find himself floating in a boundless silver ocean.
The liquid in this ocean wasn't water, but a peculiar substance that allowed one to breathe freely, akin to the fresh, natural air in the forest after a thunderstorm.
Within, there was no distinction between up and down, the soft light clouds moved gently above and below, gray and white streaks of light rolled continuously, reflecting farther stars.
In the far distance, where even the "Eye of Profound Wisdom's" remote vision struggled.
Large and small floating islands, rocks, lakes, magma belts... things resembling the Material World hovered faintly, suggesting that normal life might exist here.
