Thunder roared in succession.
Amidst the reverberating thunderclaps, a vast flow of spiritual essence circulated, shrouding the firmament, transforming with mercury, refracting dazzling rainbows, as if turning them into ribbons.
When fluttering in the wind, it was both beautiful and magnificent, beyond compare.
Similarly, to the ignorant and instinctive insects, whose only remaining impulse was to spread, it formed a deadly allure.
Piercing chirps resonated in waves.
In the swamp, concealed by numerous plants, amidst countless rotting snakes, insects, rats, and ants, moths suddenly trembled their wings and soared into the sky.
It was as if an unending stream of earthy-grey rose into the sky, converging bundle by bundle, transforming into a raging river, twisting wildly across the heavens.
Amidst the sharp wing beats, the raging grey river had already surged forth.
But then abruptly halted in mid-air.
As if frozen.
