On a palace balcony that ignored an enormous, daunting expanse of an enormous dense spruce forest, the scene grew to become illuminated not by lunar gentle, however by the flashing brightness of incessant lightning strikes – casting lengthy menacing shadows of the age-old bushes on the lustrous marble. The evening and darkish had been intensified by the thick, heavy rain that fell like relentless tears from an unforgiving sky, every drop crashing with function towards the sturdiest of buildings like a persistent drumbeat of nature’s rancor in direction of mankind’s folly. The disorderly symphony orchestrated by the thunderstorm, mixed with the chilling coldness slicing via the air, painted a unsettling image as swirls of tempestuous winds wove their manner via the foliage, pushing bushes to sway in disarray as if dancing with a malicious intent unknown to the odd creation. This terrifying show rendered the entire state of affairs as a nightmare sprung to existence, enveloping all in an overwhelming verity of the scary forces in nature, nearly as if the heavens and earth conspired to remind those that dared to err, of the sheer all-powerful temperance with which the cosmos watches over its dominion.
