Ignorance is Bliss
Once again, the darkness faded away, and Alex was welcomed by another unexpected sight, a single look making his blood run cold, an icy dread crawling through his veins, as both his hearts momentarily stopped beating.
The room was vast, its aesthetic something straight out of a medieval fantasy, with walls of snow-white wood etched in intricate, natural patterns that were both mesmerizing and serene.
The floor was made of rich, inky-dark wood that seemed to devour the light around it, while the ceiling was a massive white crystal with every inch of it carved with runes.
Where a fireplace would typically crackle with warmth, chunks of bone-white crystal sat in place of wood, emanating a cold so intense it chilled the air.
On opposite sides of the room, two towering windows let in the only light, framing a breathtaking view of towering frozen tundras, floating mountains, and fog that drifted in layers like phantom clouds.