The world around you felt cold, dull, and gray. The second reality was drained of color, as if reflecting the frigid soul of Christophelius, its creator.

— You're wondering why you're here, aren't you?

Christophelius stepped closer, and you felt an icy chill radiating from him, much like everything around you. It was now clear why this realm was so lifeless. How could it be otherwise when its creator knows nothing of warmth?

— Forget that question. There will be no answer. If you're here, it's because I willed it. And my word is not to be challenged.