531 Writer’s Block Transition

There was a warmth amidst murkiness.

Black then awoken from the brief dizziness from the mist in her head, and rapidly became aware that it was not the dark and scorched Sixth Abyss.

The ground was not covered in corrosive acid soil, while the air did not waft with pungent rot that made even dragons sick in their stomach. Still, she blinked at the sights, a little lost, before her eyes widened as if in disbelief at the unfamiliar valleys and lands formed from layers of bulky, piled rocks.

Where am I? Where is this place? Why am I here?