The void was endless. It was everything there and everything beyond it. It was the union of the known and the unknown. It was a collection of all things and all things beyond. Dark tides surged in this boundless realm. Every time the tide rose and fell, countless worlds were born and annihilated. The Plane of Dreams, the Surface World, or any other universe was nothing but a bubble in the void.
However, it was this bubble that gave birth to endless and brilliant scenes. The soulless, the spiritual, the ignorant, the intelligent, the countless natural phenomena, the intelligent races in this bubble that shaped the worlds, and gods were moved by every line of scenery in those worlds.
It was the first time Rheia had seen anything like it.
