(3rd Person POV)
The air was still in the sanctuary that evening, the usual chorus of Jungoria's nocturnal creatures falling into a rare silence, as if the jungle itself was holding its breath.
Then, without warning, the tranquillity shattered.
High above the sanctuary, the sky tore open, a jagged rift slicing through the fabric of the night, exposing a void from which The Mist emerged.
It spilled forth like paint from an overturned vessel, swirling with hues that defied description, casting the world below in a spectral light.
The inhabitants of the sanctuary, drawn from their homes by the sudden shift in the atmosphere, watched in a mixture of awe and apprehension as The Mist descended, a multi-coloured haze that seemed alive, pulsating with energy.
The once familiar surroundings of their haven were now bathed in an otherworldly glow, transforming the sanctuary into a scene from a dream—or a nightmare.
