Somewhere in the third layer, a pocket realm manifested and anchored itself into reality.
It didn't resemble a single world so much as several worlds that had decided to share the same space. Each biome had claimed its own territory without bleeding into the others, like chapters in a book that each had its own distinct feel but somehow belonged together.
To the north stretched a range of towering crystal mountains, each peak rising like a jagged prism, catching sunlight. Light refracted endlessly across their surfaces and split into cascading colors that painted the sky in soft, shifting hues of violet and gold. Between the mountains, rivers of liquid light flowed slowly like molten glass, illuminating everything they touched with a warm, quiet glow.
