Beneath my silver heels is a soft, endless floor of glowing white clouds. And floating all around me in the vast, ethereal space are golden magical sparkles—twinkling happily, bobbing up and down in the air. Not just one or two, or even a hundred, but millions of them, illuminating the endless expanse like a galaxy of tiny, cheerful suns.
All the political panic drains out of my body, replaced by pure, overwhelming awe.
"Wow..." I murmur softly, reaching a hand out toward the glowing lights. "It is so pretty..."
"What are these?" I murmur to myself, reaching a hand out toward the glowing golden lights.
But as I try to touch them, my fingers simply pass right through the tiny, twinkling particles like they are made of smoke.
Okay, cool. Intangible magical lights. I drop my hand and look around the endless, cloudy expanse, desperately trying to figure out a single clue as to where I am or why the System pulled me here.
