CLOUD'S HEART
[You find yourself on a simple rock platform with edges that drop off into nothing. The platform you're standing on is suspended in empty space. Other fragments of platforms are strung together in pathways leading to doors where, if you squint, you can probably make out the details from here. It looks like the platforms are very hazardous. Considering gravity is in effect for you, you should probably make sure you're not going to trip.
The space is lit with sparkly, bright green lights. A lot of green lights, way more than before, dying quickly in black smoke and making up for their quick decay with populace. When the lights appear closer to you, they have a lot more detail: they're swirls of sparkling, lazily moving tendrils that move through the air and disappear like woven strings of lighted fireflies. Occasionally, OMINOUS LIGHTNING STRIKES.
Finally: a huge, heavy sword, easily bigger than the smaller members of the party, is sticking straight up in the middle of the main platform, with a huge thick bed of yellow flowers spreading out from it. The sword is engulfed in rust, and the flowers are practically covering half the area. A wounded gray shaggy wolf, also bigger than small party members, is curled up just on the edge of the flowerbed, whining.]