Standing out on a cliffside, the entire world is dry. A lifeless city is a sea before me, reaching out to the sky, but I'm above all of them. The sky is dry as well, made of caked dirt that stretches out endlessly to the horizon. I wish I was underground, but I'm not. This is just how the world is. And everything is a dusty red.

The sky begins to crumble and break. Large chunks of the sky form into dark figures... black dragons which stretch and claw their ways out as though being born from the sky, and the sky bleeds in response. As the sky falls away into blood and dragons, there is nothing but an inky black and empty abyss, stretching out into forever.