"A bleak, colorless fog hangs heavy across formless gray plains devoid of distinguishing features as far as the eye can see. No colossal three-headed dragon haunts the lifeless skies, its wings now unflashing, bearing no valkyrie queen or passengers. No snow dusts mountain peaks too smooth and featureless to be recognizable as such. No battling armies or monsters crack the dull silence. No mystic energies flow, no lighting arches the drab firmament. Not even conflict or destruction disrupt this infinite nullity - here is only the endless suspended unbeing of a world long stripped to its final barren essence, its soul-stuff entirely leeched away, leaving only an ashen void untouched by past, memory or dream of future."