Ace found himself in a sea of white. Nothing was visible in any direction except his own body when he looked down. Noticing something, he stared at his hands for a moment. They were not the flesh he was born with nor he machine he had grown accustom to, but seemingly made entirely out of his aura. Stranger yet, they felt normal, even if he couldn’t tell what normal felt like. When he looked up, all the colors that made white began to separate in the void in front of him and take form. In moments, a grand library stood before him, easily the largest in the world twice over. Ace never cared too much for libraries but even he had to marvel at such a sight. Then, it began to melt. The grand pantheon of knowledge quickly liquefied and began to collect in the center. Without realizing it, Ace began to walk forward while the liquid library pooled at a single point. just as quickly as it appeared, the grand building was gone. In its place was a granite pedestal with a glass chalice on it. The chalice was filled with the liquid that had once stood before him as a library. Ace continued to walk until he was right in front of the pedestal. Without thinking, he took the cup in both hands and slowly began to drink. It was everything. The liquid was light and thick, bitter and sweet, sour and savory, harsh and smooth. As it traveled down his throat it caused unimaginable pain, yet was the single most soothing thing he could fathom. And he kept drinking. He chugged the entire chalice to the last drop. He craved more. It hurt but it was worth it. He took a breath and realized what he just drank. In his mind, he saw flashes of… everything. Of war, of love, of lies, and of truth. He saw joy and despair, wealth and poverty, fear and hope. Just as quickly as the flashes came, they were gone. Wiped clean from his mind. He wanted it back. He wanted the knowledge back. He looked down to see if any knowledge remained in the chalice only to find the chalice was gone. Additionally, his hands were no longer made of aura, but of the very glass that had made up the cup. When he looked up, the pedestal was gone. In its place was a sat of double doors made of glass. One door was a mirror while the other was a window and the doorknobs were obsidian. Through the window door, he saw an ocean. Not an ocean of water, but of knowledge. The ocean was dotted with islands he recognized as experience. Each island was more beautiful than the last. How could he resist? He threw open the doors and was ready to dive into the most beautiful sea. But before he could, he was blinded by a bright light, and woke up.