The world was an endless canvas, its surface white and pure. For a while, it remained untouched, then a single line appeared, followed by another. Pitch black lines appeared one after the other, followed by a series of different shapes with no set patterns. It was almost as if an artist was moving his brush through the white expanse, willing the ink that flowed from it to trace the outline of a vague scenery.
The painting depicted a long corridor, appearing more like a tunnel with doors lining its sides. Simple chandeliers hung from the ceiling, separated by uniform intervals. Decorative plants rested in dedicated gaps in the walls, a design element aimed at reducing the chances of them getting in the way.
