The boundless beach stretched to the edge of the Ring of Decadence, where a heavenly choir sang soothing lullabies, like a fragrant sea washing against the high walls of the soul.
The traveler's body cried out for rest, even if only for a moment.
No matter how strong or tireless you were, the warmth of the golden summer sun soothed your soul, as calming tides once more submerged your steadfast will.
Here, weary eyes sank beneath the ground, while the clean, bone-white sand beneath one's feet was piled from the bodies of those who had fallen into blissful slumber before them.
A man lay on the beach, stretching comfortably as he intended to take a brief nap.
But the woman beside him apparently did not want him to sleep there, and directly pulled him up.
"What is it? Did something happen?"
"Don't sleep, darling. Come to my room. I've got something good there."
"Something good? A new game?"
"You'll know when you come~"
The woman pulled the man into the air and drifted toward the palace at the center, gleaming with brilliant light.
Shaking off the sluggish sand, the man saw an unimaginably towering fortress standing atop slender, twisted stone pillars. Its towers coiled through their nest like living serpents, forming an impossible congregation.
Beyond the gates lay luxury and pleasure beyond mortal imagination.
After passing through who knew how many corridors and halls, they finally arrived at Slaanesh's inner chamber: a circular hall hung with countless mirrors, each revealing endless details.
The mirrors reflected one another into infinity. This was Slaanesh's place of meditation, where the mirrors displayed all manner of twisted images: the pure embodiments of angels and the fallen blasphemers of hell alike.
When mortals gazed into one of these mirrors, they saw only their own repeated