Flying through Lord Malakor's shadow dimension was like taking a very depressing and very confusing tour of a haunted house the size of a galaxy. The space outside the "Odyssey" was a dark, gloomy, and deeply weird landscape.
It was a place made of feelings. Giant, half-formed structures, that looked like they were made of solidified fear and old, sad memories, drifted past them in the eternal, twilight gloom. They flew past a mountain range that seemed to be made of pure, solidified regret. They saw a slow, dark river that felt like it was made of liquid despair. This entire, private universe was a direct reflection of Malakor's own, grumpy, and very dramatic soul.
"Well," Scarlett muttered, as she carefully navigated the ship around a floating, shadowy island that seemed to be radiating pure, uncut grumpiness. "He's certainly got a theme going on here. I'm guessing he's not a big fan of bright colors or happy music."
