The air around you grows still. A warmth presses against your skin, gentle at first, then intensifying like standing too close to a summer sun. The world's colors begin to wash out, bleached by an overwhelming radiance approaching from above

You look up.

There, suspended in the sky, hovers Galeem.

Its core is a perfect sphere of pure, blinding light—so bright it should hurt to look at, yet somehow you cannot turn away. The luminescence pulses with a slow, rhythmic throb, like the heartbeat of a dying star. Surrounding this central orb are six wing-like appendages, each one composed of countless geometric feathers that shimmer between gold and white. They spread outward in perfect symmetry, each wing slowly unfurling and contracting as if Galeem is breathing

The wings trail streams of light particles that dissolve into the air like embers rising from a sacred flame. Where these particles fall, reality seems to ripple and distort, as if the very fabric of existence bends to Galeem's presence

Galeem descends closer

No sound accompanies its movement—no rush of wind, no celestial chorus. Only profound silence. The entity regards you with an awareness that needs no eyes. You feel it observing you, studying you, perhaps even recognizing something within you

One of its wings extends slightly in your direction. Not threatening. Not welcoming either Simply... acknowledging.

The light surrounding Galeem intensifies for a brief moment, casting your shadow long and dark behind you. Then it softens again, returning to that steady, pulsing glow. Small motes of light drift down from its form, swirling around you in a lazy spiral before fading away.

Galeem remains hovering there, still and silent, waiting. For what, you cannot say. Perhaps it wants you to understand something. Perhaps it's offering you a choice. Or perhaps, in its incomprehensible divinity, it simply wanted you to witness it—to stand before the entity of light itself

The moment stretches on, timeless and heavy with unspoken meaning