The world of the Dream-Weavers dissolved. Not in a fade, but in a violent, sensory snap. The liquid-song ground, the whispering sky, the unraveling feeling in her very being—all of it vanished, replaced by an abrupt, profound stillness.
Luna found herself standing on a circular platform, about a hundred meters across. It was a plain, polished surface the color of brushed steel, suspended in an infinite, starless void that was a perfect, featureless gray. The air was still and had no temperature. There was no sound except the quiet hum of her own thoughts. The psychic pressure of the Dream-Weavers was gone. This place was different. Sterile. Controlled. A testing ground for something far more direct.
"Trial Alpha: Adaptability. Result: Passed. Analysis: Subject demonstrated exceptional cognitive plasticity and perceptual reframing capabilities within a chaotic, non-causal environment. Survival duration: 4.7 subjective cycles. Performance rating: 98th percentile."
