This Isn't A Dream I

The world around Damien was ethereal, a place unlike anything he had ever seen before. He stood still, taking in the vast expanse that stretched before him.

The scenery was breathtaking, like a piece of heaven itself, yet it carried a haunting sense of abandonment.

The massive pillars lining the space were cracked, some broken in half, their remnants scattered across the ground. The light was omnipresent, bathing everything in a soft glow, yet there was no discernible source. No sun, no stars, nothing.

If he had to describe it in a single word, "heavenly" would be his choice. But even that seemed insufficient. It was a contradiction—a ruin of heaven, a place of beauty tarnished by decay. The sheer density of magic essence in the air was unlike anything he had experienced before. It was so concentrated it resembled a visible fog, drifting lazily around him.