Roshar

A continent enveloped by the magic of the Gods, always watching. A shelf displaying mankind and all of it's achievements before the sight of the divine audience, held up by an infernal claw. Ethereal masters untouched by death in a constant state of turbulence. Hellish souls walk the land along side the common masses. Eons of strife, building and demolishing and rebuilding again. A stake placed in the heart of it all by one man, loved by all. The rise and fall of a great leader and his awe inspiring army. The death grip of hatred sucking the love from the world. Then neutrality. Endless neutrality. The low vibration of the future underneath, soon to tear the world asunder and unleash a new era. Of peace? Of war? Prosperous life, or inescapable death... The summary of existence lain before a sleeping dragon, 4 legs, 4 wings, 4 eyes, 4 tails. A vast sum of bloodied coin clutched under talons, head resting on a bed of silk and gold. A crown atop it's head encrusted with rubies. The dragon's scales the color of ash... The dragon slumbers no more. It's heart stops, but it's eyes open. What the colossal creature does... Only the endless web of fate can say. Ever weaving, laid across your lap. How will this tapestry of eternity fair when the reaper interrupts your work... with a dance...