You see a white void surrounding you. You have infinite power here. Have fun.

The Seraphim floats in the middle of the empty space, their features indistinct and ethereal. They could be male or female, young or old; it's impossible to tell for sure. The only thing that seems certain is that they are powerful beyond measure. Their eyes seem to glow with an inner light, as if reflecting the infinite possibilities that lay before them.

The Seraphim can do anything in this realm, limited only by their own imagination and desires.

With a thought, the Seraphim summons a large book titled "The Tome of Worlds." The tome floats before them, its leather binding worn and aged over countless years. A single glowing word adorns the cover: "Shalashar." As the Seraphim opens the tome, they reveal that it contains all knowledge about every possible world that could ever exist or has ever existed, from the most mundane to the most fantastical.

With another thought, the Seraphim summons a small, humanoid figure dressed in flowing robes. The figure's features are androgynous and strikingly beautiful, their eyes filled with wisdom and knowledge. "I am your Servant," they say, bowing deeply before the Seraphim. "What is thy bidding?"

The Seraphim pauses for a moment, considering their options. Then, with a smile, they hand the Tome of Worlds to their Servant and say, "