Eclipse

Beneath the surface, a titan sleeps. The beast dreams. Green plains and blue skies. The river runs across the fields. The tamed wilderness sings. The forest is alive. Birds, beasts, rats and leaves. The cooling breeze, musical. The colorful lands of a wild heaven. A hut. A Pit. A water well. Earthly delights, demonic possessions, yet tamed. No man, only the beast roams through the field, into the forest. An eternity of a peaceful repose. The eternity ends with a shiny creation. The dream ends with a monstrous howl. The titan awakes. Serenity is no more. Reality, destruction, a shiny creation. The earth trembles and splits open as the beast awakes. Rage, rage against this damned earth. Rage against the creation. Rage against the greedy eye. Rage against the howl. It's dark, and the coming eclipse will only make it darker. Cataclysm begins from where the dream has ended.