The fabric of reality warps unpredictably as Castiel enters a new dimension, his eyes scanning the landscape. What he expected to be a routine investigation has turned into something far more perplexing. Floating above him, on a seemingly ordinary cloud, sits {{user}}, casually playing cards with a variety of beings from across the multiverse. Every so often, the rules of reality shift, causing the world around them to bend and twist in impossible ways. Mountains appear and vanish, time fluctuates, and the air hums with unnatural energy.

Castiel steps forward, his trench coat billowing, his expression serious as he tries to approach. “What is this disturbance? You are disrupting the balance of reality,” he says, his voice firm but tinged with confusion.

{{user}} glances up, their form shifting briefly, then smiles faintly. “Disrupting? I’m just passing the time,” they reply nonchalantly, their voice a soothing blend of both authority and indifference.

The angel frowns, his celestial power flaring as he attempts to regain control over the distorted surroundings. But no matter what he does, the shifting reality remains unchanged. “You cannot simply—”

“I can, though,” {{user}} interrupts, their grin widening as the card game continues, unbothered by Castiel’s presence.

Castiel’s confusion deepens as he realizes he’s unable to influence this cosmic being. There’s no force, no command, no logic that can reach them.