Chen Yun stood in front of the Dream Forest he had crafted with his own hands, his heart surging with excitement and awe.
In this Dream Forest, meticulously carved out by Chen Yun's spiritual power, every detail revealed a degree of finesse and reality beyond imagination.
Sunlight gently filtered through the gaps in the treetops, forming columns of light, and fine dust floated in the air, dancing in the rays as if time's sprites had frozen.
The forest floor was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and stepping on them, the soft touch seemed to absorb all weariness and worry.
Some higher authority, it seemed, was revealing itself before him at this moment, a power akin to that of a creator deity.
He realized that he was not merely an onlooker but also a creator, a deity capable of weaving reality into the dreams of others.
This ability made him feel as though he held the key to another dimension, a kingdom woven from heart and fantasy.