Although it was noon, a thick fog rolled in from the coast, oppressively heavy and making one feel suffocated, as if a pitch-black castle had emerged from the sea. The sound of raindrops falling could be heard, a sound of water colliding with water, fierce like a downpour, yet also resembling the arguments of disagreeing people. Following that, the seawater became polluted, falling into a color even more somber than the abyss, reacting like human skin touched by a corrosive liquid, pulsing a few times in the dark currents before changing hue.
A transformation was beginning; the oppressive sound was like thunder exploding, the black fog seemed to contain a compressed storm, and in reality, it was a flesh-and-blood giant slowly stepping into the ocean.
