A small hearthling figure wandered across the twisted landscape. Spires of dark rock were raising from the underground, ripping the earth apart. Swarms of bats, as big as clouds in the sky, feasted upon the land that was now theirs. The World was about meet it's end.
Hiding from cruel rays of now everbright sun, the stranger came to a cold river. Then with a spell no one else would dare to use they made themselves a dugout.
Whatever the destination was, the wanderer rowed in a hurry, as if even at the end of days they had places to be.
The further nomad travelled, the more oddities they met. Sun flying across the red sky without any path or orbit, enormous beings never designed to see the light of day roaming across the surface. The picture was disturbing, maddening even. But it couldn't stop them from moving.
The road was long, but not nearly long enough to make the traveller give up. At the end he has finally reached his destination. The Ocean opened before him in all it's glory.
"Oh, mighty Ocean!" - Sea Doughnut screamed to the towering waves: - "This world is dying and so am I! Of all deaths, of all deadly causes I have always seen You as the most honorable! Now, I pray to You, accept my daring soul into Your depths, where it belongs!"
The storm came silent for a moment.
And then
the Ocean answered.
In mere moments one fragile boat with the sailor inside was crashed with incredible force, after that boiling waters quickly formed a vortex, taking what was left of it. In mere moments
Sea Doughnut was dead.
