Falling into the well did not feel like falling.
It felt like dissolving.
The moment the swirling magic closed over my head, the world vanished. Every sound cut out at once. My limbs felt weightless, then heavy, then nonexistent. Time folded. Light unraveled. My heartbeat stuttered in my chest before stretching into something that did not feel like a heartbeat at all.
And then I was standing.
On nothing.
In nothing.
Inside nothing.
A blank expanse stretched far beyond sight, white and silver and shimmering like liquid moonlight. The air hummed with soft vibration, as though the very space breathed in slow rhythmic waves.
My voice shook as I whispered, “Where am I.”
The realm did not answer.
But the air shifted.
And something formed in front of me.
A ripple of silver fog twisted
