A desolate wasteland was basking in the blinding light of high noon. The sun was like a small silver coin in the azure sky, melting as its rays bathed the world in heat and radiance. The shadows were small and formless, hiding under the rocks and rusting carcasses of ancient war machines.
Three colossal Gates towered above the wasteland, facing each other. Each formed an apex of a triangle, and there was considerable distance between them.
One of the Dream Gates was dark and nebulous, tearing the world like an inky-black rift. The second one was pure and radiant, shining like the sun. The last one was like a mirror, reflecting the wasteland back upon itself.
