The massive serpentine form of the dragon moved through the upper atmosphere with a silent, terrifying grace that belied its impossible size. The clouds themself seemed to dissolve before it, as if the very presence of the creature was an affront to the natural order of the sky.
Madoc and Osmund stood behind Finn on the obsidian-scaled head of the beast, looking out over the horizon with expressions that fluctuated between awe and a growing sense of insignificance. The world within this tear was vast, stretching out in directions seemingly endlessly.
"This place," Osmund muttered, his voice barely audible over the rush of the wind this high up. "It is much larger than I ever imagined. We have been traveling for nearly a full day and the terrain just keeps going. It feels as though we are moving through a whole world of its own, not just a pocket of space contained within a tear."
