The world did not collapse slowly, nor did it dissolve in a quiet or gentle manner. Instead, it shrank with a sudden and overwhelming intensity, as though the very fabric of reality had been gripped by an unseen force and compressed beyond its natural limits. The transition was neither smooth nor gradual; it was abrupt, absolute, and impossible to ignore.
Everything began to contract.
The fragmented platforms that had once floated freely in distorted space trembled violently, as though they were being dragged toward a single point. The warped layers of the Dream Domain twisted upon themselves, folding repeatedly as if space itself had lost its stability. The illusions that had previously overlapped and intertwined, creating endless confusion, now flickered uncontrollably, their forms breaking apart like fragile reflections on shattered glass.
This was not a transformation.
This was the beginning of the end.
