A gentle breeze blew by.
In an instant, he felt as though he stood atop a high mountain, with boundless white clouds spread out beneath his feet.
The youth stood alone in the vast world, with howling winds blowing down from above, shaking the firmament, accompanied by rumbling sounds from the Earth's core reverberating through the mountains.
And there, on the peak of this boundlessly solitary yet world-adjacent mountain, a small Gansong tree took root in the crevices, swaying with the wind.
Ian saw this little Gansong tree and suddenly felt a sense of tranquility from his heart, as if the entire world was left with only himself, with all foreign objects, all others independent of his self, blown away with the wind, never to be seen again.
Ian's spirit and soul kept plummeting, falling... until they neared the Domain of Void, until he found himself amidst a hazy illusion.
He fell into a dream.