The Rift : A Freewrite

It started as an normal day. The solar had simply risen, casting its heat glow throughout the town. Alex Mercer woke up, yawning and stretching, geared up to stand any other ordinary day at paintings. But destiny had different plans.

As he stepped out of his condominium constructing, he observed a unusual shimmer within the air, a distortion of fact right in the front of him. Before he could react, the world appeared to twist and flip, and Alex determined himself in a place that rejected logic.

He turned into status on a floating island, surrounded by using a sky that shifted via a captivating spectrum of colours. Below him, other islands floated, interconnected via bridges that seemed to be manufactured from mild. Creatures unlike anything he'd ever seen before soared thru the skies, and the air hummed with an otherworldly strength.

Alex's heart raced as he tried to make feel of his surroundings. He found out he wasn't in Kansas anymore, metaphorically talking. Fear and surprise battled within him, however a curious determination grew stronger. He knew he needed to locate solutions, to resolve the thriller of the way he ended up on this abnormal world.