Amelia tore through the delicate folds of space, her form materializing in a shimmering ripple above the breathtaking expanse of the Sky World. The air thrummed with an oppressive gravity, a force so potent it tugged at her very essence, urging her to remain suspended in the sky rather than set foot on the jagged peaks below.
This was no ordinary world, it was a cosmic marvel, a cluster of ten interconnected realms sculpted into towering mountains and plunging valleys, shrouded in a dense, silvery fog that pulsed with latent energy. The fog was no mere weather phenomenon; it was a barrier, a living entity that even a being of Amelia's caliber dared not approach lightly.
