An island stood suspended in the embrace of the Void Realm. Its landmass stretched for tens of kilometers, a barren bed of purple stone shimmering faintly beneath the dense blanket of ever-shifting gray energy.
The Tendrils of chaos energy swelled and fell across the surface like the slow, restless arms of some slumbering colossus.
At the island's heart, a silver and white sanctum stood afloat above the restless sea of gray and white chaos.
Its eleven towers rose in a perfect circle around a central platform open to the sky. From their terraces, streams of water spilled into a pool below, its surface glowing faintly violet beneath the light of the enormous moon that hung impossibly close above.
That moon bathed the place in a constant wash of silvery violet radiance, soft and dreamlike.
