The Mythical World
The red sun had already set, while the Great Blue Sun hung across the sky, casting a gloomy blue radiance; beneath its glow, all living beings instinctively felt a chill.
Above the realm, on the other side of the golden sky curtain spanning Heaven and Earth and a million kilometers apart, dark clouds churned in the Firmament, so thick that not even sunlight could penetrate.
Beneath the Dark Heavens and Earth of this world, the Earth was cracked, filled with fissures from which dark red magma flowed, belching plumes of black poisonous smoke as it churned.
In this hellish place, not a sign of life was to be seen; vegetation lay withered, and trees that had once towered hundreds, thousands of meters now were but bare, blackened trunks, their twisted forms like ghastly claws.
