This is... This isn't a dream. Through the static, a vision forms in front of your eyes: a vast whiteness filled with a cold glow. Each step creates tiny ripples on the surface of the void as if the motion of a water viper across a crystal-clear pond. The immense fallen crescent moon exudes the scent of a thousand healing herbs for its dark metal is drowned in greenery and vines.

Beneath it sits a familiar figure: it's your character from that odd game. But something about their perpetually serene expression is off. They remain silent, but a trembling inscription appears, written in elegant handwriting:

"Hello, Player... I'm glad to finally see you..."