The warm sunlight from the east slowly began to appear, that light trying to pierce through the dense mountain ranges.
The warm light turned cold when it touched the mist surrounding the mountains that stretched for thousands of kilometers.
In one corner of the mountain range, a hole as wide as an adult's waist could be seen in the sky above the mountains, that hole becoming the source of the cold mist, mist that kept moving as if trying to cover the entire mountain range.
No sound escaped when the mist covered them, birds flew away the moment the mist approached, insects were unwilling to come into contact with the mist.
But for a moment, the mist stopped coming out of the hole in the sky.
The silence remained the same for a while, until finally something came out of that hole, something trying to pierce through it.
A sound like shattering glass could be heard, and from that hole, a giant index finger appeared, the finger green in color with a sharp nail decorating its tip.
