In the fading warmth of dusk, the traveler wandered a land that shimmered with an impossible vibrance. The flora glowed faintly, as though nourished by the light of the cosmos itself, while trees reached skyward, tangled in the Milky Way’s embrace.
At a hill’s crest stood a portal, its light pouring forth like liquid eternity. The doorway stood as a boundary, not between places, but between states of being: the known self and the infinite unknown. With the stars as their witness, the traveler stepped forward, becoming one with the light, their journey stretching infinitely into the stars.