Serengeti

Melik approaches the edge of a mountainous peak. A dense forest lies beneath him. He clutches the hood of his heavy cloak and pulls it over his head. The entire world bears a dark red tint as the evening gives way to night. Melik watches large groups of clouds quickly form and stream across the sky, pouring out like milk. The clouds pile together over a bright yellow light on the distant horizon. Green and purple auroras dance between them, emanating from above the yellow light. Melik exhales a cold, white body of air, so thick that his vision is obscured. These temperatures would cause the common man to freeze in pain, but Melik is unbothered.