The darkness had never truly left.
It had merely fallen silent.
Far beyond the boundaries of the pocket world, in a place untouched by the light of the sun, something stirred within the depths of an ancient shadow.
There was no sky above it.
No earth beneath it.
Only an endless expanse of black, stretching into the distance like an ocean without a shore. Countless threads hung through the void, some thin as strands of silk, others thick enough to resemble the roots of an ancient tree. They extended in every direction, disappearing into the darkness, each connected to something beyond the reach of ordinary perception.
Some threads glimmered faintly.
Others had already withered.
And a few trembled with the faintest traces of life.
At the center of this impossible place sat a figure upon a throne.
His appearance was difficult to determine.
