Voldemort's Invitation

Floating was an extremely common dream. Sleepers often quickly entered the next stage, where a powerful sensation of weightlessness made them feel as though they were plummeting at high speed, until the neurons responsible for waking within the brain were stimulated and began releasing electrical signals.

Loren was currently immersed in a comfortable weightless environment, unaware of anything. He had no idea how long he had been floating—perhaps several hours, perhaps only a few minutes.

Until he realized that he was dreaming—

Loren's eyes trembled faintly. Driven by some subconscious instinct, he relaxed his torso and stretched out his limbs, waiting for his body's instincts to wake him. Several seconds passed, but the anticipated sensation of falling never came.

His consciousness gradually returned, and the weightlessness radiating from every part of his body became clearer. He could not help opening his eyes.

Before him lay a dazzling starry sky beyond imagination and the limits of sight. Everywhere was a backdrop as black as velvet, while countless gems trembled in the far distance, radiating eternal, brilliant light.

The hazy, magnificent colors came from unknown stars wantonly scattering leaping high-energy particles. The elusive light seemed to have taken on physical form in this special space. Because of the unimaginable distance, the process of that radiance dispersing had slowed, spilling everywhere.

The sight felt somewhat familiar to Loren. Several years ago, he had seen such a scene before, though that dream had not been as vivid as this one.

Suddenly, a scorching sensation came from in front of him. Loren looked down and saw The Book of Abraham pressed tightly against his chest. Its yellowed Papyrus pages gave off a soft glow, dim and faint, utterly incomparable to the light of the stars.

Just as Loren was about to open the cover and