Stepping through the archway led to a ledge of a mountainous island, as if growing from the structure above. Sand, less matter and more like condensed energy, undisturbed by countless epochs, crackled softly underfoot. In the corner of one broken wall a small plush toy rested, with that same name inscribed on it.

All around, a colossal form rose, a node of impossible proportions, age and design. Seemingly made of stone, its arms – ornate with long lost patterns – stretched and faded into the infinite nothingness. Violent energies of the void churned and danced without sound in this endless expanse. An eerie sense of emptiness pervaded this realm.

Where was here, the place where even sleeping ones forgot? A workshop of god? A throne of Demiurge? A reality engine?

In the pale blue hue of an unknown make, one thought formed: whatever it was, it was here, and so were we... and with it, all other things as well.