In a realm that existed above the mortals.
Here, architecture transcended material limitation.
Structures floated without support. Gardens grew with flowers that existed in multiple states simultaneously.
It was beautiful. Perfect. The kind of perfection that came from existing beyond mortal concerns, beyond corruption, beyond the limitations that plagued lesser beings.
In one of the realm's central structures, a palace of crystallized starlight a man stood in his private chamber and raged.
CRASH!
The porcelain cup exploded against the far wall, fragments scattering across marble floors.
"How is this POSSIBLE?!"
He was tall, perhaps six and a half feet, with features too symmetrical. Too perfect. Skin that seemed to glow faintly with inner radiance. Hair like spun platinum, eyes like liquid gold.
