The dark cosmic sky bore a crimson hue, gently coating the world beneath it. This blood-red tint enveloped everything, almost menacingly, serving as a constant reminder of the great rebirth. For those who had lived before the apocalypse, it echoed the many changes the world had endured.
For the new generation, however, this was the norm. A world without the crimson sky was one they could not fathom.
The hue clung to the river water, giving it a faint reddish tint. Perhaps it was the red water originating from behind the waterfall that birthed this color.
This waterfall...
In the vicinity of the waterfall, the world seemed to lose its luster.
For a fleeting moment, each droplet of falling water hung suspended in mid-air!
Beyond this waterfall, deeper within the cave, hidden beneath a veil of mystery, lay a flood of red water. Within it, a towering figure emerged, forged from swirling blood and flesh.
