A tempest roars at sea. Waves lash a series of islands, arranged around a central bay. One is utterly swamped, its surface washed clean by the water, leaving an alien landscape behind, dotted with the wreckage of what once was.
A red orb sits on a distant, cloud-heavy horizon. A sun? Setting? Rising? Uncertain.
A giant stands along a rocky shore, his massive feet mired in mud and filth. He reaches into the sky. His head is shrouded in the clouds…similar clouds to those on the horizon in another image, from another time and place.
The giant sways as his legs weaken. His feet shift as he tries to keep his knees from buckling.
The red orb winks in and out as clouds pass before it. The sea begins to churn as the horizon itself darkens, storm clouds concentrating.
From a great distance away, the islands, orb, and giant are visible, all distant from one another. The viewpoint shifts as its location comes into view itself: another land, this one made of vast mountain ranges and seemingly endless tracts of wildlands. A massive building looms, empty and deserted. A light glows from within.