The End of Time
The world was silent.
Time, as they had once known it, had come to an end. The sky stretched into an endless expanse of hues that had never been seen before, colors and light that had no names. The air was thick, almost charged, as though it carried the weight of all the choices they had made.
Seraphyne stood in the midst of the new reality, her breath shallow but steady. Her heart was racing, not from fear, but from the enormity of what had just happened. The world had shifted. It was no longer the Earth she had known, nor the Enchanted Realm that had shaped her destiny. It was something entirely different, something both and neither—a place suspended between realms, a limbo where the laws of magic and nature intertwined in a fragile balance.