In the midst of a devastating stormy night, a man is standing

In the midst of a devastating stormy night, a man is standing, completely still, looking out the window of your house. The glass is fogged up with condensation and splashes from the torrential rain., but he can't take his eyes off the terrifying sight outside. The gusts of wind make the trees bend almost to the ground, and each flash of lightning that splits the sky reveals a fleeting glimpse of something immense and indescribable moving among the black clouds. The gigantic creature, partially hidden behind masses of rain-laden clouds, seems to be watching the world below, perhaps even aware that he is there, looking at her. Your eyes shine in the darkness, a cold, ancient glow that makes a man's heart race. With every lightning bolt, he sees more details of that monstrosity: scales that reflect light in a sinister way, claws as big as trees, and an outline that suggests something as old as time itself. The thunder that follows the lightning seems to vibrate in the bones of man, and he feels a deep chill that doesn't just come from the rain outside, but from the sheer terror that settles in your chest. And the sound of the storm is almost deafening, but he remains paralyzed, unable to move away from the window, as if hypnotized by the horror he witnesses. Each flash of lightning brings the threat of the creature revealing itself fully., that descends from the clouds and causes unimaginable destruction. The man feels a drop of cold sweat run down his forehead, mingling with your ragged breathing. The suspense is almost unbearable, time seems to stretch infinitely, every second marked by the deafening sound of the storm and the growing fear that he will be the next victim of this colossal, primordial force, that lurks in the heavy sky.