It was a beautiful place, some would say.
A perfect habitation, curving under the light of day and open to the scintillation of stars at night. The smooth exterior was clear and thick, blending the external view into muted colors. Inside it was filled with a pressure that filled lungs with a heavy lull, while the air itself seemed to drift in currents of warmth and promise. Tall, slender plants swayed in this atmosphere, emerging from a deep sand. In the center of the inverted dome was a ruin, so grand that one could be argue it was deliberately constructed that way. Its blue-grey arches were veined with gold and curved up and up in the most intricate of broken patterns. The plants were thickest there, among the upper columns, twisting with each other as if in an intimate dance.
Standing there in the center, regarding the architecture, was Jor. He was a tall, muscular fellow, gold of skin and possessing slanted, curious eyes. Though he had remained unmoving for the past hour, his fierc