An Endless Field Of Glass Stretches Beneath A Sky Filled With Countless Moons Of Varying Sizes And Colors

An endless field of glass stretches beneath a sky filled with countless moons of varying sizes and colors, their light refracting through the crystalline surface below. The field is dotted with massive shards of broken glass, some taller than the largest skyscrapers, their edges sharp and jagged, reflecting fragmented images of the moons above. The air is cold and brittle, and every step echoes loudly, as if the entire field is hollow. At the center of the field is a colossal structure resembling a cathedral, its spires twisting unnaturally upward and its walls made entirely of stained glass that depicts scenes of a world on the brink of collapse. The cathedral’s doors are ajar, and from within spills a faint, golden light that pulses in rhythm with the sound of distant, thunderous drums. Inside, the pews are filled with lifelike statues of people, frozen in expressions of awe, fear, and despair, all facing a pulpit where a massive, winged figure stands motionless, its wings made of light that cascades down like waterfalls. The figure’s face is obscured by a mask of silver and black, and its hand rests on a book that seems to hover above the pulpit, its pages turning on their own, revealing symbols that glow briefly before fading into nothingness.

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