Within the rift, there was no sky, no earth, and even the concepts of "direction" and "distance" were thoroughly distorted.
Mortals could not judge whether they were looking down, looking up, or peering into this world from some unknown angle.
A landmass that seemed woven from endless flesh and blood heaved and churned; the surface swelled and collapsed, as if some unspeakable entity slumbered beneath it.
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