The newly revealed path was not a corridor, but a vast, sprawling cavern that stretched beyond the reach of Andrew's sight. Unlike the previous section's oppressive, twisting stone, this new layer of the Chrono-Labyrinth was open, its ceiling a swirling vortex of deep blues and purples, punctuated by distant, shimmering points of light that might have been stars or simply reflections of nothing.
The floor was not solid rock, but appeared to be composed of fine, crystalline sand that shifted and flowed like water, emitting a faint, ethereal hum.
"This is… different," Andrew murmured, his voice echoing strangely in the vast space. The air here felt lighter, yet somehow denser, as if compressed by immense, unseen forces.
