Manor of Origin (REDUX)

A slight tingling sensation passes through Chariot as he enters the white void, but not much else. His clothes and equipment gain the wire mesh but not any of his exposes flesh. Looking back at the rift shows that it floats in the middle of the wide open expanse. The void extends past the rift in the opposite direction.
In the distance Chariot can see a black speck, but after going the 50ft of rope it’s not much closer than before.

The void seems to have a floor that Chariot was walking on, not that he could really tell. At his best estimate, the speck is a mile or two out. Besides the initial tingling and the status of his gear, Chariot feels no change.

The girl gives you a confused look at the question.
The speck doesn’t respond, but as you squint to try to make anything of it you do notice it appears to be flickering.

After a good ten minutes of walking, the speck starts to become larger and far easier to identify.
In the miles upon miles of white void rests a single shifting structure. It’s design endlessly changing, drawing from the memories of the past, the realities of the present, and the dreams of the future. No matter how simple or outlandish, beautiful or terrible, large or small, the product is the same.
A throne.