You step out into a ruined world. The world is colorless--mostly. It’d be better if it were just black and white. Instead it’s black and white with flashes of neon haphazardly flickering through. It hurts the eyes and gives you a headache just looking out at the world. And that’s not all. The sky is a mass of dark storm clouds, rumbling ominously. The ground you walk on is hard and dry, dessicated and cracked. Black seams run through everything--the sky, the path--the very fabric of this world seems cracked and crumbling. Large chunks are missing, and nothing but darkness is beyond them.

Off to the right, far away and on a sheer cliff face is a shining white tower. It looks like it’d be hard to get to from here. A black dragon flies around it, sometimes landing to curl possessively around the base. But directly ahead is a black archway. There seems to be a navigable and safe path through the chunks of missing world.