Amidst the relentless storm, A man is standing on the sidewalk

Amidst the relentless storm, A man is standing on the sidewalk, soaking wet and shivering, as chaos unfolds around you. The rain hits your face, but he barely feels it, lost in the sheer horror of what he is witnessing. His eyes are fixed on a surreal scene unfolding above him—giant creatures hidden in the clouds., each one more terrifying than the other, emerging from storms that seem to come from another world. Your mind is frozen, unable to process the enormity of what is happening. He looks up, to the sky where one of these creatures lurks, partially revealed by each lightning bolt, their titanic shapes contrasting with the dark clouds. The thunder that follows is deafening, but the most terrifying sound is the silence that follows, filled only by the muffled sound of heavy rain. the man is alone, The few neighbors who were outside have already taken shelter inside their homes, leaving him at the mercy of terror. He feels his heart hammering in his chest, every beat like a war drum, announcing what he knows is inevitable. The creature up there is not a nightmare, it's not a trick of the mind. She is real, and it's here. The suspense is almost palpable, every second stretched to the limit. He feels like he's on the edge of a cliff, where any movement, any sound, could draw the attention of that huge thing hidden in the clouds. and then, a new lightning bolt tears through the sky, and he sees — not the whole creature, but enough to know there is no hope. His eyes widen, the horror etched on his face, frozen in the moment he realizes the world he knew is over, and all that remains is the primal fear of being hunted by something beyond your understanding. The silence before the next thunder becomes unbearable, and he knows he can't escape, that this thing in the clouds saw him. Terror becomes a physical presence, an icy hand squeezing your heart, and he stays there, petrified, while the world around you is diss