It sounded as if muffled thunder rolled in the sky, like two heavy iron balls constantly colliding at high speed on the ceiling. The surrounding clouds of the bright moon quivered, on the verge of dissolution.
High above, amidst swirling fog, a vortex began to form.
Slowly, it transformed into an archway, suspended between the realms of illusion and reality. The frame of white stone bore imprints of clouds, waves, and rocks.
The top of the gate was a chaotic mix of feathers, scales, and carapaces.
All sorts of patterns intermingled, culminating in a bizarre beauty that resonated with harmony and cohesion.
Bathing in the lunar radiance, the gate exuded a sense of sanctity, as if pushing it open would grant a glimpse into the highest heaven.
Bang!
The stone gate suddenly shook. Someone inside was pushing it open!
Whoosh!
A black meteor fell from heaven's gate. Trailing a long streaking tail, it darted across the sky at breakneck speed.
