Duke kept staring at the piece in front of him, lacing his fingers with Lucifer's almost absently as he did. It was full of reaching, tentacle-like branches, with strange, flat looking thatches of green. They covered what looked like the ruins of a castle, or maybe a train station.

It was a strange looking place, fantastical and off-putting at the same time. A world taken over by alien plants.

It was, he realized, a lot like how he pictured the Ground must have looked. Before praimfaya part two.

"I've spent a year and a half trying to be anything she needed me to be."