The Wasteland of Lament extended beyond comprehension, beyond Infinite understanding, an endless expanse of fractured null existence. Its ground was a chaotic network of jagged fissures, each crack leaking a faint, formless glow that flickered like a dying flame. Above, the sky was a void, empty yet oppressive, as though the remnants of creation had been drained away, leaving only a hollow echo of what once was.
Light existed here, but not as it did elsewhere. It emanated without a source, pale and weak, as though it had struggled through layers, eons of decay just to exist. The air carried a paradoxical weight.. thick enough to suffocate, yet motionless, rippling only when disturbed by the faint hum of the fractured empty void.
At the center of this broken realm stood the Waste of Eternity.
