In the distance, a citadel soaked in blood and surrounded by corpses materialized, its gruesome presence creating a vile aura of death that hung violently in the clouds. The stench of decay permeated the air, carried by ethereal winds that whispered tales of suffering and despair. The once pristine clouds now bore witness to the aftermath of countless battles, their purity tainted by the relentless violence that unfolded in the celestial theater.
As the cosmic drama unfolded, rain began to gently leak from the clouds, carrying with it the tears of the heavens themselves. The raindrops, infused with the sorrow of the celestial realm, added a melancholic cadence to the symphony of cosmic chaos. Each droplet seemed to bear witness to the horrors below, a silent testimony to the anguish that permeated the very fabric of the celestial expanse.
