The silence of the White Temple shifted.
Then slowly, the platform changed. The solid, unmoving white stone… began to shimmer.
At first, it was faint...barely noticeable.
But within seconds, the entire surface rippled like disturbed water, soft waves spreading across it as if the stone had turned into a deep, endless pool. It no longer looked like something one could stand on.
It looked like something that would swallow you whole.
As if, The moment anyone stepped onto it...They would drown.
Swish...
The air twisted sharply. A figure appeared.
"Ahhh…"
A lazy voice broke the silence.
"Finally… I am back here."
A man stood upon the shimmering platform, completely at ease as if the strange, dangerous surface beneath his feet meant nothing at all. In his hand, he held a large fan made from the wing of an unknown beast, gently fanning himself with slow, relaxed movements.
"How could someone be so restless…" he muttered with a soft sigh.
