The distant thunder in the low-lying cumulus clouds seemed to be fleeting, accompanied by a slightly cool breeze that rustled Leon's robe.
Walking along the edge of a platform corridor floating high above, he stopped in his tracks, eyes gazing out at the vast land below illuminated by the sun.
In the desolate wilderness, there were no signs of human life or animals. The view below was filled with interwoven ridges and valleys, unchanged, with the distant sound of a dragon's roar faintly heard.
Standing at the edge of the airborne island, Leon turned back to gaze up at the scene behind him—...the vast silver plaza filled with towering columns like a forest, sculptures standing tall, and at the end, the golden palace reaching into the clouds like a giant gate, blocking his attempt to see further.
Here it is again...this dreamscape...
In the hazy and dreamlike sensations, Leon helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose.
