The Abyss.
The sky above stretched unlike any other, an endless tapestry of chaos and decay. Crimson bled into black in an eternal swirl, merging and separating in a ceaseless, unnatural rhythm. There was no morning, no evening, no comforting cycle of day or night. The realm existed outside the flow of time, bound by neither sun nor moon. Instead, a single astral body hung high above the Abyss, immense and alien in its presence.
Half black, half red, it appeared as a grotesque amalgamation of sun and moon, both burning and rotting simultaneously. Its light flickered with corruption, illuminating the endless darkness below as though it existed beyond the normal order of celestial law itself, neither alive nor dead, neither whole nor broken.
