[Nyx]

It is dark.

Is Fido standing on something?

It feels like he's standing on something.

It is cold.

But not cold like the snow. Cold link nothing? How could nothing feel like something?

His arm doesn't itch anymore. His eyes are adjusting to... whatever this is. There's something like stone under his feet. It's pitted and porous, full of organic geometries that give Fido a bone-deep sense of wrongness. It's black. Or not black? A subtle sheen of color. Such a deep purple it's almost painful to look at. It ripples and breaths. There are things like stones here, but they breath with strobes of neon light. There is something like grass. Or flames. With laves and licks, shimmering with orange where the purple doesn't snuff it out. Rivers of red like water like blood like a painful memory flows across the surface. Something like a great pane of glass rises from the surface in front of him, tilted at an oblique angle, faintly reflective in the unlight. Part of a building, a cathedral maybe? hangs in the void. The impossible shade of purple is slowly consuming it, but it looks shockingly normal in this surreal landscape.

There is the strange glass monolith in the distance. And the field of waving color. The breathing stones. The unnatural river. The ruined cathedral. Several things that Fido could investigate if he wishes.

He is likely to be struck by the feeling that he is very, very small. And very lost. As terrible as Sylvanas was it made some degree of sense. This place? It is absolutely inhospitable and alien. Even the air, if there exists such a thing, feels foreign to Fido's lungs.