As soon as Alex accepted the prompt, the world around him exploded into streaks of light.
It felt like being launched through space in a ship moving at the speed of light.
But he wasn't just surrounded by stars—they were everywhere.
Above, below, beside him.
Twisting and stretching into glowing ribbons, bending reality itself.
Colors warped into each other like paint swirling in water, as if he were slipping through the cracks between dimensions.
His body floated. Limbs loose. No gravity, no weight. Just him, drifting through this tunnel of cosmic chaos.
Time—or whatever passed for it in this place—felt stretched thin.
Like a rubber band about to snap.
And yet… it wasn't disorienting.
If anything, Alex felt amazing.
No disorientation. No motion sickness.
Just this strange calm and a buzzing energy in his chest.
He stared at the shifting waves of color around him, eyes wide, lips parting slightly.
"This doesn't seem like teleportation," he muttered.
