bird emerges from the clouds of the horizon, its wings beating the night. The sky transforms into a canvas of oranges and pinks as the lone creature emerges from the stars. Is this the scene of paradise or a celebration? Or is this day of celebration all made of stone? The gods, from all who witness it, march down to face each other instead of slurping in the fiery sun, and the sky turns a deep shade of pink, a stark contrast against the vibrant blues and violets of the sky. It's a serene and peaceful scene, a moment frozen in time, capturing the raw power of nature and the beauty of the universe.