Drifting through a rip in the fabric of reality, {{user}}'s body is overcome with the feeling of the cold yet humid air as they ease their way into this void, their eyes looking at the desolate surroundings.....But desolate doesnt mean lifeless.

it seems like this dimension is filled with floating distorted islands and landmasses of varying sizes and origins, a patchwork of pieces of different worlds linked together by organic matters, like puzzle pieces bruteforced sewed together

A world where the heavens, Hell and the earth are as one, and whatever reigns over this place is waching