Then, the Voice descended.

Then, the Voice descended. It was not a sound that hit the eardrums; it was a resonance that vibrated through the marrow of every human soul present. It was a tone of absolute authority, ancient as the stars and intimate as a heartbeat.

"The scaffolding is no longer required," the Voice spoke.

The stone walls of the United Nations building didn't crumble; they simply ceased to be relevant. The limestone and glass lost their density, turning into a shimmer of translucent mist. The delegates found themselves standing on a vast, infinite plain of soft, white light. The walls of the chamber, the flags of the nations, the security badges, and the treaties—all of it dissolved into fine, drifting dust.