Walking through the vast stretch of nothingness for what felt like more than an hour, Alicia's steps eventually slowed when something utterly out of place came into view. A bridge rose ahead of her, elegant and impossibly pristine, arching over a stream so clear it shimmered like liquid glass beneath the faint light filtering through the canopy above.
The water flowed softly, untouched, its gentle sound echoing in a way that felt almost deliberate, as though it were calling to her. The bridge itself looked ancient yet flawless, carved with faint symbols along its sides that glimmered briefly before fading, as if they were breathing.
