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1: The Valley
Seonghwa blinked, blinded by the gently pulsating blue lights. There was nobody to disturb, nor whisper faint introspections into the blackness he descried in his limited field of vision. No realities to distort until they were no longer discernable. His surroundings were anything but stagnant, and yet every vision, every voice, every thought washed over him like a wave. He looked around, observing this place so empty… so nameless. He saw nothing but a large hoop, suspended in the azure mist as if it was clutched by an entity that never existed. As he walked towards the silver ring it grew ever so slightly smaller, and the closer he got the more disconnected him and his senses became. His quick pace slowed, as if he were trudging through water desperate to keep him concealed. The further he got, the longer the distance between him and the gleaming band became. After what could have been hours, or minutes, or years, he finally succumbed to the imperceptible forces determined to hold him back, and slowly suffocated underneath the immense pressure tugging at his every muscle. The blackness… the namelessness, expanded until he was enveloped and too numb to tell if he was alive or dead.