Ryan opened his eyes to infinity.
He was standing on a bridge of silver light that stretched endlessly in all directions. Below him, above him, around him—doors. Thousands of them. Millions. Each one pulsing with its own unique light, each one leading to a different world.
"The web," Mira said beside him. "It's beautiful."
Ryan looked at his daughter. Her silver eyes were wide with wonder, her small hands reaching toward the nearest door.
"Don't touch anything yet," he said. "We don't know what's safe."
The First appeared beside them, its ancient form shimmering.
"Everything is safe. The web was designed to be explored. The doors lead to places of beauty, of wonder, of knowledge."
Ryan looked around. "And danger?"
"There is always danger. But it is balanced by opportunity."
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