Soon, he climbed so high he left the air behind him completely. He was in nothing. Before him, space unfurled like a bolt of the blackest cloth. Scattered on the fabric were the ashes of the world that was. The embers were still burning, but they were fading.
Geborrin called out to them.
-Frederick the Lesser
Creative Mine 
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