David landed hard upon the mindscape's barren surface, the impact driving the breath from his lungs despite the non-physical nature of this realm. He rose slowly to his knees, then his feet, surveying the desolate landscape that stretched in all directions.
This place—a manifestation of his innermost self—appeared as a battlefield after the slaughter had ended, all glory and purpose stripped away to reveal only the aftermath of violence.
Above him, the sky hung fractured like a shattered mirror, its pieces somehow maintaining their positions without falling. Through the cracks between fragments, colors unknown to the human eye occasionally flashed—glimpses of something beyond the architecture of normal reality. Each shard reflected a different time of day: dawn bleeding into midnight, noon fracturing against twilight, creating a patchwork heaven that defied coherence.
