Luna looked at the depressing landscape around her with great dismay. This was not a world that she recognized. Where exactly was she? Everything reeked of death and decay. All of the plant life looked diseased. How was this world able to support any semblance of life at all? The contamination assaulted her senses. It was overwhelming. Luna was used to death. This was something else entirely. This was desecration.
This was a world undergoing some kind of a hideous transformation. She was tempted to say that it was dying but it was worse than that. Compared to this dying would be nice and clean. The influence of something terrible was warping this realm. Luna couldn’t identify what exactly it was. And amidst all this filth something was watching her. She could sense something staring at h
