My name is Kran-CLak-thun Dark god of quantum mechanics, and my realm is basically a system of massive gears that make no sense, why? because reality is broken, with the gears each covered in a random biome, a biome that is not decided until observed. With the gears floating in an endless sky, with gears connected not necessarily by being next to each other, and which gears they connect to slowly changing as they turn, and some connections have no set endpoint, with the gear being connected to all possible connections at once. These connections are just points in space that transfer you to a different point when you walk through. The biomes on the gears are maddening and alien, with some being just areas where space and time don't work quite right. The gears are also sometimes apposed, you can walk through a connection, look up, and see the gear you just came from floating above you. In addition, sometimes you may find yourself on the cogs of the gears, with two gears mashing together, threatening to crush you if you don't get out of there in time. However, it does posses some stunning vistas, with waterfalls flowing off of cogs in a deep blue sky, and greenery thriving on various locations, it is only certain areas, known as the "Badlands" by those who dwell there, that are innately hostile. those who dwell here do so in a variety of villages, getting used to the broken reality of my realm, even delving out into the badlands to retrieve rare gems, resources, and to hunt dangerous creatures. Of course the badlands are situated around my home in the direction of the entrance and things also get more dangerous the farther out you go, it also stretches out into infinity. The native sentient species that dwells here are called the broken, and appear as areas of distorted light, prismatic almost, don't touch them, less they quantum destabilize you. Imps also dwell here, along with humans, and many other species dwelling together in (relative) harmony.
My home lies at the center, and you must follow a complicated series of nonsensical directions to reach it, with your path looping back on itself, and you going in circles before ending up somewhere else. My house meanwhile, is a simple affair for all of that, a high quality mansion, with a wooden fireplace and plentiful books.
When you look at me you see all possible versions of yourself, at once. A single glance can drive the weak willed or minded mad. My citizens, dwelling in my realm, are immune to my appearance driving them mad, and see past it to glimpse my true form. My true form, seen only by gods and those who understand, is a mass of gears, ever turning. As such I often wander the villages, seeing how they bend the broken physics of my realm to their purposes.