The Vurexia Minor was a world that forgot how to breathe.
Dan8el stood before a terrian gate where he would be teleport to the world that he desires to go.
When Daniel stepped through the Terrian Gate and into the orbit of Virexia Minor, the first thing he felt was not pressure, nor hostility, nor even resistance in the conventional sense.
It was wrongness.
A quiet, suffocating distortion that clung to existence itself.
The sky did not welcome him.
It resisted.
From afar, the planet had looked diseased.
Up close, it felt infected.
He hovered in silence above the atmosphere, his presence alone enough to bend the surrounding void into stillness.
Behind him, the Gate remained open, a vast, luminous construct anchored by Mika's authority, but even its brilliance seemed dimmed against the oppressive hue of the world before him.
Virexia Minor turned slowly beneath his gaze.
The clouds were not clouds.
