And All Things Will End
You are on a plane of existence far removed from that vapid, flesh encased species you raised. The space around you is coated in verdant greens and desert yellows so intense it melts the matter from your soul. The sky is endless and barren. You have wandered these plains for aeons, never encountering a trace of another entity. Isolation pervades the atmosphere, and loneliness rests its weight upon you.
A mountain carves its way through the stone floor, touching the center of the plane. Beyond it, a purple sea stretches into the horizon, rippling sands rolling in tandem. You feel rustling and slithering inside of you.
A mountain carves its way through the stone floor, touching the center of the plane. Beyond it, a purple sea stretches into the horizon, rippling sands rolling in tandem. You feel rustling and slithering inside of you.