In another Weaving of Existence, removed from the familiar territories where Living Existences pursued their endless struggles for advancement and dominion, lay a domain that existed according to principles that would have driven most conscious entities to madness with their profound wrongness.
This was an unknown place, a forgotten corner of Existence where the fundamental laws that governed Existence, life, and death had been twisted into configurations that served purposes too alien for normal comprehension.
The entire domain was crafted from obsidian that gleamed with inner light that somehow managed to convey both beauty and despair in equal measure.
The obsidian stretched in all directions, forming landscapes of impossible weavings where black crystal formations rose like the bones of dead titans!
The air itself seemed thick with the weight of accumulated sorrow, each breath carrying flavors that spoke to loss on an existential scale.
