The transition happened like drowning in reverse—suffocating darkness giving way to air so pure it burned their lungs with its perfection. Reed stumbled forward, his consciousness still fractured from the reality collapse, only to find himself standing in impossibility made manifest.
The Omega Sanctuary stretched endlessly before them, a realm that existed in the spaces between thoughts. Gardens of crystalline flowers grew in mathematical spirals, their petals singing harmonies that bypassed the ears and resonated directly in the soul. Rivers of liquid starlight meandered through meadows where grass grew upward into infinity, each blade a different shade of colors that had no names.