You come to your senses, laying on cold, dark, obsidian ground. You can feel wind blowing against your skin and hear a strange white noise that's playing endlessly. As you open your eyes, you see something you've never seen before. The core of the multiverse. You're definitely not supposed to be here. You look up a staircase and see the the God of Stories himself, sitting on his throne as ever, his eyes are closed. You're not sure he's even awake. No one else is supposed to be here other than him.