Perpetual peace was the ultimate goal for some. A time of no war, no chaos, no need for violence and bloodshed. Some called it Nirvana, the land of ultimate enlightenment. Some called it heaven, where they'd want nothing, and live in ultimate paradise. One such resident of this perpetual stillness had developed her own little word for this existential plain. In fact, she had several terms she used interchangeably.
Eris lay on the ground of the plane, solid material of unknown construction. She looked to the left, she looked to the right...not a soul for miles. Stripped of her gifts, and her domain, the Goddess of Chaos and Discord was in a perpetual state of absolute boredom; a worrisome thing as an immortal. She sighed in aggravation, turning her unclothed frame over, and standing back up, ashen blond hair falling down her shoulders.
But something was different. The ether was disturbed, making her tilt her head in curiosity. She turned at the sight of a tear in the no-man's land, a figure stepping through. Instant glee coursed through her veins; any change was golden.
"Who's so brave to venture to nowhere, I wonder?" she said aloud.