282 Uprooted the Aristocratic Technocracy Organization(7)

"Where am I?" Desmond pondered to himself, his voice barely a whisper amidst the perplexing scene that unfolded before him. What greeted his bewildered gaze was a peculiar flat world, split in half - one portion consumed by an inky darkness, while the other shimmered in an ethereal whiteness. The landscape stretched out like a vast expanse of hardened, serene water, devoid of any discernible structure or form. The once-familiar tavern, its structure, chairs, and even the lifeless bodies he had expected to find, had all vanished, as if they had never existed.

Strangely, the denizens of this enigmatic world could perceive one another, bathed in an otherworldly luminescence that illuminated their forms. But there was something eerie, something profoundly unsettling about this place. The absence of any scent or the whisper of a breeze lent an air of detachment, as if this realm existed entirely apart from the familiar physical realm.