Sleep offered no respite. Kael drifted into visions that defied understanding. Vast palaces floated amid swirling galaxies, and beings of unimaginable size walked among stars, their footsteps shaping the cosmos. Celestial voices spoke in tones that resonated in his chest, murmuring warnings and riddles.
One figure approached him in particular, robed in light and shadow. Its gaze pierced through Kael, as if weighing the measure of his soul. "Choose wisely. Worlds depend on it," it whispered.
Kael woke gasping, sweat slicking his forehead. The visions lingered, shaping his thoughts like currents beneath a surface. Each dream taught him more about the rift, the Celestial Realm, and his role as a bridge. Yet the weight of knowledge terrified him. One wrong step could trigger chaos beyond his comprehension.