The center of the None Zone was unlike anything they had ever seen. It was chaos, but not the kind that was mindless—no, it felt more like a puzzle, constantly shifting, solving itself, only to break apart and unravel again. Stars blinked in and out of existence, whole galaxies formed in a breath, spinning with wild potential before collapsing into themselves as though they had never been. Colors twisted and warped, impossible hues blending together into an unrecognizable swirl, while time itself rippled in unpredictable waves. What seemed like a single moment could stretch for eons, and then, in the blink of an eye, vanish into nothing.
It was as if the entire zone was both being created and destroyed at once—a paradox, a riddle that resisted any attempt at understanding.
