It was a single step.
An act learned as an infant; so basic and fundamental. But, right here and at this moment, a step was what led to the crossing between realities, the venture from one world into another, and the parting of himself from Earth.
"--"
As he stepped through the entrance to the Tower, the scenery around him immediately shifted from the dark desolation that swallowed Earth into an immaculate white.
It was an explicable feeling that surrounded him; what was once wind felt like an entirely different concept from what was on Earth.
A swirling force; an energy that was subtle, but surely there–unseen, but completely felt.
Wind…? No, this feels like…the 'origin'--this is where…everything started? I can't explain it. It just feels like my body–no, my soul–understands this, he thought.
As he blinked once more, he found himself standing in a vast chamber, forged of white, quartz walls and filled with people.
…People? Players? He thought.