The gentle breeze carried the fragrance of countless blooms, painting the air with their sweet scent.
He looked around, bewildered by the unfamiliar landscape that stretched endlessly before him. The colors were vibrant and surreal, as if the entire world had been brushed with an artist's palette of the most vivid hues.
A soft, melodic voice called out to him, "Tian."
The voice was like a whisper on the wind, and Chen Tian's confusion deepened.
He turned towards the sound, straining to make out any familiar landmarks or clues about where he was.
The figure of a woman emerged from between the flowers.
She seemed ethereal, almost as if she were part of the scenery itself. Her silhouette was delicate and graceful, but her face remained hidden from view, shrouded in a halo of light that made it impossible to discern her features clearly.