LYRA
White.
That was the first thing I saw. Everything was white. Not like walls or snow, nothing from the world I knew. This was different. It was the kind of white that existed before color was invented. Absolute. Total. Like standing inside pure light, but without any warmth or texture. Just this vast, infinite nothingness that hadn't decided what it wanted to be yet.
I was standing. I didn't remember deciding to, I was just… here. "Sky?" I tried to say. The word just vanished the moment it left my mouth. Not an echo, not silence. Just gone. Absorbed by the white like it had never been spoken.
I turned slowly. Every direction looked the same. No horizon, no floor, even though I was standing on something. No ceiling. Just endless white pressing in from everywhere, yet somehow not fee
