This place was here. It existed. It could be perceived, yet at the same time, it was not. It was not here. It was a place that did not exist.
A lone angel sat upon a crimson ground that glittered faintly even in the endless dark. His long silver hair flowed behind him like a river of light, each strand catching the faint glow of the abyss.
The ground beneath him shifted and rumbled, alive, its sheer mass radiating a dreadful power. Slowly, the angel raised his hand and tapped the surface with gentle care.
"Hush now… be good… and sleep."
A deafening rumble answered, a sound so terrible it would have driven any mortal who heard it into madness, or killed them outright. But this god knew the truth: this was no ground.
The endless red plain that stretched farther than mortal eyes could ever see was merely a single scale of a dragon so vast its proportions could never be comprehended. Just this single scale was larger than the entire world of Aetherus.
