Elias tentatively reached out his hand, trying to touch the cold wall.
The wall rippled like water, its phantom image fading even more.
Elias leaned closer, gently pressing against the wall.
It was as if he had pierced through a layer of mist, glimpsing the bizarre landscapes beyond this world.
Decaying creations, dead worlds, cities shattered and riddled with holes, a chilling wind sweeping across pale stars...
The world seemed upside down; looking into the dark abyss, Elias saw the starry sky.
Barely visible colossal pillars, ancient temples enduring in the depths of the universe, and a series of unclear, piercing sounds, like flutes, emanated from there. Those vast and obscure entities were slowly and clumsily moving their bodies...
Elias found it hard to describe that world with the right words, just as he struggled to depict their forms...