I stood on a meek stone pillar in the middle of an endless expanse, massive letters floated through the air, and I was utterly tiny compared to them. Every small movement they made the air shifted, their presence unmistakable. They shifted and changed, forming words and sentences that changed the moment I understood them.
A great distance from where I stood a elongated Rabbid emerged from the clouds, screaming incessantly. Perhaps I just saw its neck, which stretched endlessly. An arm extended from the abyss too, holding a cardboard box filled with rabbits, which it hurled through the air before disappearing. The Rabbid’s neck swooped around, grabbing me, continuing to scream, and throwing me into the sky.