Looking through the partly opened door, Vorrin saw a large, semi-rectangular room capped with a bronze dome. Like the bedroom they stood in, this room appeared very thoroughly gone-through, with chairs torn apart, paintings torn down, and holes gouged in the walls. It was lit, dimly and erratically, by a grey-green globe dangling from the apex of the dome, which slowly pulsated its sickly light.
Through the center of the room stretched a 20-foot wide chasm. With each pulsation from the globe, a few small bits of stone accumulated on the edges of the chasm, as though it were repairing itself. Each time the light faltered, stones fell off into the void, snapping off and crackling with energy.
Beyond the room, through the gaping rift, Vorrin saw a swirling, chaotic expanse of elements churning, colliding, breaking apart and forming together. It looked a lot like home.