The world spun around him.
Colors distorted, turning muted and abstract. The sounds dampened. And even he himself felt the profound changes to his body.
When the world stopped spinning, Adam found himself sitting on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest as he took in the surroundings.
He slowly raised his trembling hands and noticed that they looked like… a painting!
They were no longer flesh and blood, but brushstrokes on a canvas. His entire body, his clothes, his hair, everything looked like a painting.
"Hello, young man."
Adam's heart skipped a beat.
Such a gentle and melodious voice called out to him. He couldn't help but turn his head to the source.
Standing before him was a mature, middle-aged woman.
She was dressed in an elegant black gown trimmed with lace, its high collar and long sleeves giving her an austere yet refined appearance. A matching veil draped from a small hat atop her neatly pinned brown hair. Everything about her radiated grace and dignity.
