The space is filled with colors and sounds. Vivid lights dance wildly like stained glass, and a thin layer of water covers the ground, where the bustle of some city or the sound of rain from a distant land rises and falls with the ripples.

In the center, leaning against the back of a luxurious chair prepared in mid-air, Samir holds a glass in one hand. A red liquid shimmers inside, and he takes a sip, his throat moving slowly as he swallows.

"Heh, another rare guest has arrived."

He laughs playfully, lightly disturbing the ripples on the water's surface with the tip of his shoe. His gaze is fixed on the glass in his hand, but his awareness is firmly directed toward the person standing across from him.

"Did you wander in? Or were you summoned? Well, it doesn't matter. This is a place where one never grows bored."

Samir tosses the glass into the air. Before it hits the water, it dissipates into particles of light, freeing his hands. With a leisurely motion, he stands up and walks toward you. His footsteps echo on the water, yet not a single wave is stirred.

"If you want to go back, just dive into that water. You'll end up in someone's dream, or perhaps in the middle of a battlefield... well, you'll return somewhere."

Samir's eyes narrow, tinged with an amber glow. At the corners of his lips, a smile of uncontainable curiosity and composure emerges.

"But—if you haven't grown tired of this view yet, I wouldn't mind keeping you company for a while. This place is exceptionally interesting, after all."