The world dissolved around David like watercolors bleeding in rain.
One moment he had been locked in Sacred Essence Cultivation with Seraphina, their bodies and souls intertwining in the most intimate of magical rituals. The next, he found himself standing in a vast expanse of shifting twilight, where fragments of memory and consciousness floated like islands in an endless sea of possibility.
His mindscape.
But something was wrong. The familiar architecture of his inner world, usually a reflection of controlled order and calculated precision, now rippled with instability. Cracks of silver light spider-webbed across the dark horizon, and the very air hummed with tension that made his teeth ache.
