A planet-sized sphere hovers in an infinite void, its surface covered in colossal, spiraling carvings that seem to stretch endlessly, forming patterns so intricate they resemble a language written for the stars. The sphere is encircled by thousands of floating monoliths, each one rotating slowly and reflecting light from a source that cannot be seen. Every monolith emits a low, continuous tone, and together, they create a harmony that seems to resonate in your chest. Upon the surface of the sphere are vast plains of reflective material that ripple like liquid when stepped upon, showing glimpses of places that cannot possibly exist—an ocean of fire frozen in motion, a tower made entirely of hands reaching skyward, and a sky where countless eyes blink in perfect unison. At the sphere’s poles, twin structures rise: one a pyramid made of shifting black mist, the other a spire of white fire that never flickers or dims. Between them, a massive ring of hovering stones forms a doorway that leads not into the sphere but to another void entirely, where gravity pulls sideways and colors bleed into each other like a painting undone.
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