Haru fell from above. It wasn't a painful fall, but a long, slow descent... as if gravity itself were purple. He finally hit the ground, rolling several meters before coming to rest on his back, panting, staring at the sky.
The sky... wasn't a sky. Everything was purple: the sky, the ground, the mist. Even the light itself was a soft, breathing purple. Haru rose slowly, placing a hand on his head. "Where... am I?".
Silence. Then, a voice. It didn't come from the outside, but from within.
The Strange Voice: "Welcome, Haru. You are now in the Imaginary World".
Haru froze. "The Imaginary World? But... this is different from the one I was in".
A short silence followed.
The Voice: "It does not matter. What matters is that you wish to leave".
Before his eyes, a purple portal formed slowly, as if the air itself were opening.
The Voice: "Step forward. Enter the portal".
Haru looked at his axe, tied with the usual rope. He took a deep breath. "Fine.".
He entered.