(Mirabel's POV)
The impossible thing about the place beyond the Door—
Was that it existed at all.
Nothing should have been here.
Not beyond creation.
Not beyond dreams.
Not beyond eternity itself.
And yet—
Here we were.
The landscape stretched endlessly in every direction.
Not darkness.
Not light.
Something older.
A blank canvas waiting for its first color.
A silence waiting for its first sound.
A story waiting for its first word.
Solomon stood beside me.
For once—
He looked unsettled.
That worried me more than anything.
"What is this place?"
His voice vanished into the vastness.
No echo returned.
No answer followed.
The emptiness simply listened.
Ahead of us walked the First Dream.
The oldest being in existence.
The first imagination.
The first hope.
And for t
