In a realm beyond reality's grasp,

A boy named Ethan found his way,

Amidst white void, a field did clasp,

Where emerald grass in stillness lay.

Blades of green 'gainst blinding white,

An island small, a tranquil space,

Ethan sat with heart alight,

Curious wonder on his face.

With tousled hair and gaze so keen,

He pondered realms unknown and new,

A world untamed, a dreamlike scene,

Where questions bloomed like morning dew.

He touched the grass, a soft, lit light,

It hummed a tune he'd never heard,

A gentle glow in endless white,

A symphony without a word.

Eyes closed, he felt beyond the skin,

The cool caress of whispered air,

A world devoid of outer din,

His senses danced with tender care.

Time flowed free, a shifting stream,

His musings wove tales untried,

Of explorers chasing starlit gleam,

And artists painting worlds so wide.

In dreams, he found his heart's own voice,

An adventurer in the expanse,

In this realm where thoughts rejoice,

He seized imagination's dance.

Amid the white void's boundless sea,

Ethan learned a truth profound,

This place a mirror, setting free,

The stories in his soul unwound.

With newfound strength, his spirit soared,

In a world where limits fray,

Ethan knew his dreams were stored,

In that small grass field far away.