A bolt of lightning split the twilight sky, golden serpents dancing wildly among the thick dark clouds, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.
On a southern island, a woman in a long gray hemp robe stood beneath a tree, lifting the brim of her wide hat to gaze at the magnificent scenery occasionally revealed through the gaps in the dark clouds, the silver and golden crowns as splendid as palaces in the firmament.
The conflict between the sun and the moon had caused the planet's climate to become abnormal, with intense sun causing massive evaporation of water vapor, which then poured down when it cooled, resulting in extensive torrential rains.
In space, Tilan stood within the huge clock face engulfed in silver fire, and beside her, the twelve phases of the moon glowed like a revolving lantern, countless fragments of silver light sand appearing in the void, surrounding the entire clock face like a silver mist, making it difficult for the outside world to see the scene within.
