Page 1/3 As I reached for it with my hand, a purple wave rippled through the painting. Page 2/3 I have fantasized about the unknown since I was a child. While other children played with toys, I would open old maps in my parents' study and imagine lost civilizations. Mythical relics, ornaments from distant continents, mysterious statues of unknown figures. They were not just objects, but contained stories of a world I did not know, and I wanted to be the master of those stories. Finding the forgotten relics of the world became my life's goal. That day was no different. I entered an abandoned castle to find relics of a forgotten ancient kingdom. Dusty relics were sleeping in the deep underground chambers of the castle. However, the object I was looking for was not there, and instead, a painting caught my eye. It hung in a corner, lost in its light, but I was pulled to it with an inexplicable force. Under the twilight sky expressed with rough brushstrokes, fog rose above the endless valley. In the fog, hazy figures appeared vaguely, and they seemed to be staring at me. It felt too vivid and strange to be a simple work of art. The moment I instinctively reached out, the painting shook with purple waves. My body floated up with a sense of losing gravity, and the next moment, I was in an unfamiliar place. Page 3/3 The cold, damp air penetrated my skin. In the darkness, fog flowed slowly, and beyond it, unidentifiable shadows floated low. A low, long sound emanated from somewhere, enveloping the space. It was as if the space itself was breathing. At first, I couldn't tell what was happening. But soon I realized. I was in the world of the painting. As I pushed through the fog, the shadows that had been floating low became clearer. They were not of this world. They were beings from an unfamiliar dimension. When they finally wrapped around my ankles and slowly crawled up, a cold air seeped into my bones. A suffocating tension came over me. I had to get out. The moment I instinctively shrank, the purple magic inside me reacted. An intense light flashed and the space shook. I returned as if I had been thrown into the basement of a castle. I looked up at the painting again, gasping for breath. The valley was still covered in mist, and something was stirring in the darkness. I then realized. This was not just a painting, but a door to another dimension. My heart raced. What I wanted was not just a relic. This was what I had been searching for, the key to a new world. I had to find more paintings. I left the ruins with the painting in my arms. A new journey was beginning.
