The world was silent.
Louis stood in an endless void, his breath echoing as if the space around him were hollow. There was no ground beneath his feet, yet he did not fall. No sky above, yet a soft, pale glow illuminated the abyss. He turned, his heartbeat steady but wary.
This wasn't a dream.
It was a vision.
"Elyon," he called, his voice stretching far, swallowed by the vastness.
No response.
Then, a whisper.
"Do you understand what you are?"
The voice was neither male nor female, neither loud nor soft. It simply existed, pressing against his very soul.
Louis turned sharply. He wasn't alone anymore.
A figure stood before him, shrouded in gold and silver light. Its form shifted, indistinct yet undeniably present. It had no eyes, yet Louis felt it staring into him, through him, unearthing every thought, every doubt, every fear buried in his heart.
