The sensation of my consciousness fading felt interminable, as if time had stopped altogether. Just when hope seemed lost, a flicker of light cut through the oppressive darkness, signaling a strange shift in my perception.
This intrusion of light was unexpected and unsettling, challenging the emptiness I had accepted as my new reality.
Gradually, I became aware of my eyes opening. The fact that I could see again was startling and confusing. The return of my vision prompted a flood of questions: What was happening? How was I still alive?
The thought that I might still be actually living, despite the void I had resigned myself to, was disorienting. My mind raced with questions as I tried to grasp the nature of this new reality.
A sudden, urgent voice cut through my confusion. "OPEN YOUR EYES, IDIOT!" The command was jarring, breaking through the silence that had surrounded me and adding a new layer of urgency to my awakening.
Turning towards the voice, I saw a man chained to a metal bar, his face etched with anger. The sight of him, coupled with his intense frustration, starkly contrasted the emptiness I had known, adding complexity to the reality I was now reentering.
The man, though unfamiliar, seemed to evoke a strange familiarity within me, a sensation as if my senses recognized him from somewhere unknown. His urgency and the commanding tone of his voice cut through the fog of my confusion, prompting a swift reaction.
"Blink, stupid!" he shouted, causing me to nearly recoil in shock. It was then that I became acutely aware of my own predicament—chains binding me to the same metal bar as him.
"What the hell is this?!" The only words left my lips.
As I blinked several times, attempting to clear the haze from my vision, my gaze began to roam the unfamiliar surroundings. What I saw was both astonishing and perplexing: three colossal figures seated in grand stone thrones before us. The scale of their presence dwarfed our own, amplifying the surreal nature of the scene.
To the left, a goddess-like figure presided with an otherworldly elegance. Her appearance was nothing short of trandescent. She was resplendent, her skin a luminous shade that seemed to blend with the very essence of light, casting a soft, ethereal glow.
Her eyes, deep and unfathomable, held an ageless wisdom and a hint of melancholy, as if they had witnessed the rise and fall of countless eras. Flowing hair cascaded around her like a waterfall of shimmering stars, each strand seemingly imbued with a life of its own.
She wore a flowing gown that seemed to ripple with every movement, its fabric catching the light and shifting through a spectrum of colors. Her presence exuded both majesty and an almost palpable serenity, marking her as a figure of immense power and grace.
Her stature, though titanic, was not merely imposing; it conveyed a sense of timeless authority and gentle control, embodying the duality of strength and compassion. The grandeur of her form was both awe-inspiring and unsettling, making her an undeniable focal point of the surreal tableau before me— she calls herself the goddess of beauty which fitted to such a divine.
To the right sat a titan god of war, a towering figure of immense power and authority. His bronze skin gleamed with intricate, glowing runes that signified countless battles fought.
His eyes, stormy and intense, conveyed a relentless resolve. Dark, iron-like hair framed his stern face, complementing his ornate, battle-worn armor.
This armor, dark and gleaming, was adorned with symbols of conflict and victory, while his massive sword, sheathed at his side, stood as a testament to his formidable strength. The god's presence radiated an aura of unyielding might and perpetual readiness for battle.
In the middle sat a god whose appearance seemed to exude kindness and understanding, yet his central position revealed his supreme power.
His countenance was serene, with gentle, compassionate eyes that hinted at profound wisdom. Clad in flowing robes of shimmering light, he carried an air of calm authority.
His presence was less imposing than the others, but his poised demeanor suggested a deep, underlying strength.
His subtle smile and the way he held himself spoke of a ruler who wields power with a benevolent hand, embodying the balance between serenity and immense influence, thus, the god of universe, which the goddess of beauty introduced, fit him entirely well.
"What on earth is happening?" I murmured, still grappling with the surreal scene unfolding before me.
"You might be better positioned to answer that," the man beside me retorted, his frustration evident. I turned to regard him, curiosity mingling with annoyance.
"Stop hissing at me as though we have some kind of rapport!" I snapped, irritation coloring my tone. His expression shifted to one of surprise, as if my response had caught him off guard.
"Remarkable," he said, a hint of bitterness lacing his voice. "You’ve maintained your ingrained ungratefulness even in this absurd predicament."