A vast and somber expanse of white mist sprawled beneath a bleak stormy sky. The surging storm clouds were heavy with rain, ready to explode with thunder and lightning; the sea of white mist was restless, flowing on the currents of ghostly winds.
A pale light was suffusing the clouds and pouring onto the misty sea below. There, in the tempestuous sky, seven radiant spheres were shining like suns, their cold rays falling through the tears in the veil of the storm.
It seemed as though vague symbols were carved into the surface of the pale suns, hiding beneath it like shadows.
A man was sitting on the surface of the sea, surrounded by mist, looking up at the silent tempest. The surging clouds, the rays of pale light, and the seven radiant spheres reflected in his eyes as if in a mirror. His gaze was solemn, and his expression was distant.
