"Where… am I?"
Adam's voice echoed as he looked around, his eyes narrowing at the strange, shifting space around him. Colors he couldn't name twisted and swirled, energy moving like living currents, flowing in ways that didn't make sense.
Then—
"You are in the Font of Creation. Weird name, right?"
The voice was light, almost playful. Adam turned to see a small figure standing before him. A child? No—something shaped like a child. Their body was pure, swirling energy, constantly shifting between forms and hues. It was impossible to tell if they were a boy or a girl, but the size suggested they were around six or seven years old.
Adam frowned. "And you are?"
The being spread its arms wide, as if expecting applause. "I am the physical manifestation of the Font of Creation."
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, okay. That tracks."
The being tilted its head. "That was sarcasm."
