There are scholars of every stripe and school who ask the question: what is the beyond?

The answer is that no one knows. Not even the beyond itself. 

It simply is. 

But what can be discussed and known are it’s characteristics and the machinations of its function. Which are, thankfully, much less esoteric in comparison. 

For the beyond is a place of danger. No, it is danger. Where the idea of gnashing teeth is made real. Formed into a towering beast girded with nigh impenetrable scales, and given a face that would give even the mightiest of men nightmares for days. 

It is dangerous, make no mistake. But that is not the crux of its… abnormality.

No.

No.

What makes the Beyond truly unique in all the wandering realms is that it is a place of ideas. Where every living thing there is the product of an idea. Whether that be hunger, teeth, or even a magnanimous calamity. 

All three of which I have met. None quite as worst as the last. But that’s beside the point. 

The point being, that they are and we’re ideas. Newborn and young like we all once were. But shaped by time experience and harrowing blade. The thought that made them advancing down a non-linear line of evolution that could just easily remain true to what it once was as it could morph into one wholly different. Whether that thought be complex or simple, at the end of the day, one truth remains the same.

It is all idea.

Horrible, horrible thoughtstuff.