On a night where the storm reigns supreme, the sky is covered by heavy

$On a night where the storm reigns supreme, the sky is covered by heavy, threatening clouds, from which mighty lightning bolts fall in unceasing fury. The rain falls so heavily that it seems to want to wash the world, creating a dense curtain that obscures vision and distorts shadows. In the midst of this natural chaos, something more sinister lurks, hidden behind the dark clouds. a gigantic creature, with titanic proportions, moves silently among the clouds, its colossal body almost indistinguishable in the darkness that envelops the night. Each flash of lightning briefly illuminates a fraction of its monstrous silhouette—a scaly outline here, a sinister gleam of eyes there—before she disappears again into the veil of shadows and rain. The thunder that follows each lightning bolt seems deeper, more threatening, as if it were a muffled roar coming from the being itself hidden in the heights. As the storm advances, the sky seems to bend under the weight of this presence, and the houses below tremble, as if the earth itself felt the approach of this unknown horror. Every moment, the tension increases, the environment charged with supernatural energy, as if the world was on the brink of a catastrophic event. The creature remains hidden, but its presence is undeniable, a primitive and terrible force, waiting for the right moment to reveal itself. The suspense is almost unbearable, each lightning bolt bringing the possibility of a complete view of this colossal entity, as the storm continues to rage, as if conspiring with the creature in the shadows.$