The Nexo de los Mil Hilos stretched infinitely in every direction—a realm untethered by the constraints of logic or time. The air shimmered like liquid gold, and the colors painted across the sky swirled and twisted, blending in an eternal dance. Threads of light—delicate and impossibly vast—crisscrossed the horizon, forming a web so intricate it felt sacred. They pulsed with faint energy, like the beating of countless unseen hearts.
At the center of it all hovered the sphere of light. It pulsed rhythmically, radiating warmth and energy with each faint breath it seemed to take. Caroline felt it deep within her chest, a pull that went beyond the physical—it was as if every cell in her body, every fragment of her soul, was being drawn toward that golden core.
"Come to me, Caroline… here it
