The Garden

When Astaroth's vision came back, he was standing in a garden, with lovely trees filled with purple leaves. The stonework of the garden was a pristine milky white, the black earth in the garden boxes looking rich in nutrients and life.

Looking around, he noticed the blackness surrounding the edges of the garden. He could see stars in the distance, as well as above.

Curiosity took hold of him as he walked to the edge of the path behind him, reaching an abrupt end a few hundred meters away. And in front of him, the great nothing.

Space, wherever his eyes landed, filled with stars and distant flying rocks.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" a voice asked from behind him.

Astaroth almost had a heart attack, spinning on a dime, ready to fight. But that was when he noticed.