Vellath stared out over the wild lands of the plane of Zendikar. He was standing on a stable surface in one of the mountain ranges. Only these mountains floated in the sky, connected by other similar mountains by long vines. Another weird thing is that these mountains weren't mountains to begin with as directly below them, there were signs of a large chunk of rock that was torn out of the ground. The entirety of the rock seemed to encase one of seemingly infinite number of the hedrons that spanned the entire plane. The hedrons were a mystery all on their own. Nobody knows who or what made them, nor what they were for. But oddly, he had an idea of what they were, what they still are. Every time he came to this plane; every time he got close to one of them, he could feel a large amount of energy coming from them. They felt similar to that of a containment field. And that's what unnerved him to no end. Just one of these hedrons radiated immense power, and there seemed to be no end to them. What were they keeping from getting out? Whatever it was, he hoped that it never got out. But he banished those thoughts from his mind. They had done their job for what seems like an eternity, and could do it for centuries to come. Right now, he would relax, and take in the view. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]

Burnt toast.