"Alright, kid, now sit down. We can do this right here—after all, you seem to dig this kind of setting."
The words on the sheet went unheeded.
Admetos can do nothing but behold everything in the myriad possibilities unfolding before his eyes. He sees it all and can tap into every facet of this dimension. And if he pushes a little further, he feels he might even surpass its limits—catching glimpses of the other dimensions that this door conceals as well.
"I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you need to be quicker, kid. This place is going to start crumbling too."
With a mere gesture of his hand, he shapes reality—making the stars vanish. A single glance is enough for the moon to reassemble itself. And if he stretches out his finger, he senses he could pierce through it all and venture beyond this feeble layer we call "space."