The sky was roiling under the influence of an unknown power.
From afar, the azure sky became a shining sea turned upside down as countless ripples covered its surface. The torn clouds became the spindrift of the sea as they traveled afar with the ripples. As time passed, the mysterious ripples increased and covered the entire horizon, and with that dimension pulse, a series of bizarre scenes started to take form.
It was not a simple teleportation, scale or information value wise. It was an awe-inspiring, terrifying tear in the fabric of reality. It involved the connection between two worlds, and the receding world barrier had torn a massive gap in the wall of reality. That unmeasurable rift, which could not be mathematically quantified, finally opened on Earth.
The day had arrived; the refugees from the Plane of Dreams were entering this world.