Brandyn, or so he was once named, floated on a river of blood drifting within the cosmos.
He rose up from the tide as if strings were attached to his frame, for they were pulling him beyond and underneath transcendence.
Far off into the river, he saw Shyreiana sitting crossed legged, and right in front of her was a man with long silver hair that stretched to the stars.
Behind the man was a little girl encased in chains and huddled within in its eternal embrace.
The man turned his head and gazed at him with his deep-set of azure eyes.
The world muffled into obedience.
Brandyn shivered, knelt down and lowered his head in reverence, but he did not know why.
The man stretched out an arm and beckoned him to come closer.
Brandyn stood up and took a step, and another step, and another.
He took steps after steps...
But what was wrong?
He looked down and saw he stood at the same spot regardless of the countless steps he partook in.