Pentaro's eye widened as he gazed through the narrow gap in the entrance, and his breath caught in his throat. What lay before him was nothing short of a breathtaking marvel—a mesmerizing, swirling tapestry of vibrant colors, an enigmatic display that seemed to dance in an otherworldly symphony of light.
In the midst of this surreal spectacle, there was a conspicuous absence of any visible beings, whether human or beast.
Pentaro's mind raced as he grappled with the enigma before him. The haunting roars that had sent shivers down their spines—were they, in fact, the product of this ethereal whirlwind of colors? It was a notion that stretched the boundaries of comprehension, challenging the very fabric of reality.
