End of days
As they stumbled into the golden path, Zafron's eyes widened at the sight before him. A soft, golden glow bathed everything, casting a gentle warmth over the space.
Strange, almost ethereal shapes floated all around them, like delicate threads suspended in water—except there was no water, only air. The golden forms drifted silently, each one casting faint reflections, giving the expanse a surreal, timeless quality.
As Zafron and Calista moved further in, the strange golden substance seemed to react to their presence. It brushed against their clothes, and instantly, any trace of dirt or grime was absorbed into the air and vanished.
The impurities on their skin, the dust from limbo's grim path—all of it disappeared as if they'd been purified by the very air itself. Zafron looked down in awe, brushing his hand along his now-clean sleeve.