The ocean stretched endlessly, a god-sized masterpiece—no, bigger than that. Bigger than anything mortal minds could comprehend, like the universe just dumped all its divinity into one vast, shimmering abyss. The waters weren't just blue; they shimmered with something untouchable, something holy, like even Zeus himself would hesitate before dipping a toe in.
Above, the sun fought for its life, struggling to claw through the dense darkness that wrapped around everything like a suffocating veil. It wasn't just regular darkness—it was alive, pulsing, burning with black flames that slithered like vipers, licking at the ocean's surface with a hunger that felt ancient.
And then came the golden thunder—furious, crackling, splitting the sky apart like some divine tantrum. It wove through the darkness, clashing against the black fire, both refusing to back down, both hellbent on claiming the heavens.
