"HUH? Where am I?"
Rex muttered, glancing around in confusion.
He was in a pitch-black space that seemed to stretch into infinity.
Everything around him was completely dark, and strangely, even though it was pitch-black, he could see everything clearly.
His body felt weightless, suspended in midair. It was a bizarre sensation, he could still feel every part of himself, yet something felt off, as if he were trapped in a lucid dream. Too real to be an illusion, too surreal to be reality.
Just then, a blinding flash of light erupted before him. Instinctively, he shut his eyes, and with a deafening boom,
Everything came to a halt.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
Before him stood a room, his own room. But something was off.
It had no walls, no roof, just the floor and everything within it.
He could see an old comic book thrown on the floor, exactly where he had tossed it the night before, the book he had randomly placed on his bedside. Every detail matched, one-to-one.
