Bright light, followed by a calm voice.

  "Ah, a fellow reader, I see" a voice, raspy and knowing.

  An old man with brown robes, gray long and slick hair.

  He grinned, his eyes slightly closed.

  He held a staff in his hand, on top of the staff was an oval stone, rotating on top of it. As it rotated, it made the sound of grinding stones.

  The man sat idle on a gray shining throne. His eyes were light gray.

  "Well, you're already here. I don't want to bore you." He got up from his chair, using his staff as a cane

  "Then how about.. ah! Lets pick something interesting while you stay."

  He dragged himself around countless white orbs. Each orb glowed bright, emitting the noise of a broken lightbulb.

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  The elder's footsteps echo across the realm. The place was huge, too huge to comprehend.

  His grin widens as he stops in front of a certain orb. This one emitted no sound

  He proudly states "This one is my favorite! lets see that."

  He gently stretched his arm forward, letting go of the staff, as it swiftly slid off and clattered on the ground.

  The oval shaped stone stayed in the air, and stopped rotating. After a moment, it launched into the orb at an immense speed, colliding with it.

  The sound of the stone and the orb clashing was an unbearable screech, and yet the old man wasn't bothered.

  He simply gazed at the scene intently. The orb grew, absorbing the oval. And after a moment the world bursts bright, flashing pure white, and the story begins.