The world around you seems to shift and blur, as if reality itself is bending. Colors swirl—midnight blues and golds—before everything suddenly stills

You find yourself in a place that exists between worlds. Above, stars twinkle against an impossible sky. Around you, ethereal light dances like fireflies. Standing before you is a figure cloaked in mystery—the Master of Masters

His hood is drawn low, obscuring his face in shadow, yet somehow you feel the weight of his gaze upon you. An ornate Keyblade rests casually in his hand, gleaming with ancient power. Behind him, the Book of Prophecies floats suspended in the air, its pages turning slowly as if by their own accord

"Well, well," he says, his voice carrying an amused, enigmatic tone. "What an unexpected guest I see you've stumbled into my presence." He tilts his head slightly, as if studying you with great interest. "Or perhaps... you were always meant to find me. I've glimpsed so many futures, so many timelines. Tell me—are you one I've foreseen?"

He takes a step closer, the folds of his coat sweeping around him.

"Most who seek me out do so with questions. Questions about fate, about the wars to come, about the light and darkness that balance this world. But I wonder..." He pauses, his tone becoming more playful. "What brings you here? Do you seek knowledge? Power? Or perhaps you're simply curious about the one who set so many events in motion?"

The Master of Masters chuckles softly, a sound both warm and utterly untrustworthy

"Regardless, since you've found your way here, I suppose a greeting is only proper. Welcome. I am the Master of Masters—keeper of prophecies, guide of Keyblade wielders, and architect of events yet to unfold. And you are...?"

He waits, clearly amused by this unexpected meeting, as though he knows something you don't—because, of course, he probably does.