Don't Panic
[Welcome to a wide expanse of... nothing. It's a bunch of white space, not unlike how some digital worlds look when they're loading large portions of new data. Just pristine white as far as the eye can see... and the only thing of color, is a young man sitting cross-legged with his omnipresent cape fluttering in the wind. Getting closer, it becomes obvious just why he's sitting there. There are a pair of coffee tables set up forming an L-shape, covering the space to the right and in front of him. Heaped on the tables and in neat little stacks around him are... books?
If anyone happened to know Kamina fairly well, the notion of him becoming a serious bookworm was probably a sign of impending apocalypse. Thankfully for anyone that might be inclined to run off and proclaim that the end times were upon the world, the books didn't have much in the way of words -more picture albums of varied cities and time periods with maybe a paragraph at most to explain each one.
A moment passes and it seems that he's pretty entranced by whatever he's reading when a sudden gust fills the area. The floor trembles briefly before an asphalt city street suddenly forms underfoot. And with a low rumble, countless buildings begin to erupt from the ground as they rise to their appropriate heights.
The young man stands to his feet with an amused expression as he studies his handiwork; not a recreation of any specific place. But the mood and architecture of the area he's dreamed up here looks an awful lot like the cities of America, circa the late 1940s. Might be a good time to ask him what in the hell is going on before he starts adding things like people and music.]