Things were moving, bad things.
Things that had been ignorant for the most, though only reading about them in notes left by the predecessors. The very forbidden text that leaves the mind of a mortal muddled.
Like the dream world, which had many names of its own, or Hell which went by countless other names. This place also had many names to go by, but in general, it was the place called the Realm of God, or the Spirit Realm, where the monsters of this worlds hide.
From the stories I had heard, the realm of Gods was intrinsically connected to the material plane, though a thousand times in size of Earth, it somewhat copied or was influenced by the material plane and vice versa.
Changes in one place will show up in the other place, and the mortal lives appear there as if they were insects, shadows, or even rocks on the side. And it was such a place that made my body tremble for I had been sensing an impending doom if I were to enter it.
