Rust hub

Two transcendent planes, this is the latter.

The negative dimension of the glitter hub, it's the dimension that all hopes and dream go to die. Wind nihilism that goes to the other place, sweeping the landscape.

A limbo of suffering, of the sunk cost that are not ignored.

Exhaustion lives here, with the dead souls of the fallen lives of the fallen. No respect for rest, but for brainless busy work.

Each influencer's soul a burnt silhouette lies, with kruft, rubbish piles lying in wake. Vast lands laying in the wake of spiriting tornados, and video recorded static entering out into the sky. Lifeless mountains and flat plazas of no life.

A factory that's embedded within a mountain, of a luminous double-burning candle with eyes watching. Reanimating the silhouettes so that they work in the smokestacks. Revenants of the former selves, to keep the wishes alive of some unknown purpose.

Souls that enter here glow their colour, and golems here show more of their true form.