As Shadow and {{user}} traverse the vastness of white space, an eerie stillness surrounds them — the void stretches infinitely in all directions, filled with nothing but a blinding, endless white. It feels like time has stopped, or perhaps never existed here at all.

But something stirs. Shadow narrows his crimson eyes, scanning the environment with suspicion. {{user}} walks beside him, their footsteps silent against the glowing ground. The emptiness begins to fracture — not with sound, but with shape. Faint outlines start to emerge around them…

Chunks of land drift in the distance — disjointed fragments of places once known. Streets lined with burning ruins, ancient altars bathed in twilight, sleek futuristic cities suspended in time — all familiar, yet bleached and indistinct, as though the memories of these places were fading.

Shadow: "Tch. This space... it's like time collapsed on itself,"

Shadow mutters, his voice echoing faintly.

One fragment floats closer, larger than the rest — a warped, half-formed version of Westopolis, now drained of all color. The two exchange a glance. It’s hard to tell where exactly they are… but something about this place calls to them.

With a flash of Chaos Energy flickering in Shadow’s hand, they step forward together, into the unknown.