The endless, limitless greenish plains of the Astral Dimention expanded over several realities, and connected to every other Plane in 'existance' or so that's what everyone who knew of the Planes thought. Truth is, no one knew how many Planes there were, and no one knew when they'd know if there were more. The Astral Titan looked around, his head scrapping the sky as his feet smashed down across the lands, using his thoughts to move; which was the only way to move here. Some said that One would visit the Astral Plane everytime they sleep and dream in color. But again, that was only a theory, one that the titan thought of as he walked across the land.