"Genesis Protocol..."
The freezing void of deep space, the curved emerald horizon of the lower realm, and the swirling rings of glitched cosmic code shattered, no, they did not shatter, instead, they simply dissolved, peeled away like dry vellum falling away from an ancient, freshly rewritten scroll.
The suffocating absence of air and the dead, biting vacuum were wiped away in the span of a single skipped heartbeat, replaced by a warm, fragrant breeze that carried the rich scent of blooming spiritual flora, damp loamy earth, and primeval morning dew.
The firmament above was now an unbroken dome of breathtaking, immaculate sapphire.
There were no scars of cosmic tribulation here, no necrotic veins of heavenly wrath, and not a single speck of industrialized smog coming from the system's arsenal.
