The Great Dream God

The deep seas around the world are filled with ravines and surging waves. This is by no means a peaceful haven, but more like an arena for prehistoric behemoths, filled with endless mystery and danger. Every trench is the pulse of nature's wild heartbeat, hiding countless unsolved secrets and amazing power. The huge pressure, cold darkness, and unfathomable abyss together weave a magnificent and terrifying picture. The roar of submarine volcanoes, the trembling of earthquakes, and the roar of ocean currents, like the roar of behemoths, remind us of the unpredictability of this area at all times. Every geological upheaval may trigger a turmoil that shakes the world, just like the behemoth in ancient mythology awakens, stirs the blood of the ocean, and makes the whole earth tremble.

Meng Jin stands at the forefront of the ship's deck, like an unyielding lighthouse, leading the ship through the vast blue waves. His feet are firmly on the wooden deck that has experienced the baptism of wind and rain and carries countless stories. Every texture seems to tell the vicissitudes and glory of the ocean. The sea breeze blows gently, with a salty breath, and every breath of it turns into a melodious melody, low and gentle, like a deep ocean symphony, rippling between the boundless sky and waves. Seagulls soar, waves roll, and this natural music interweaves a vivid seascape painting, and Meng Jin is the unswerving protagonist in this picture. He resonates with the sea, dances with the wind, and engraves the courage and persistence of life on this blue.

He stood quietly on the coast, his eyes deeply immersed in the endless blue ocean. This is a vast blue world, like a huge sapphire, ingeniously inlaid by nature on the edge of the horizon, shining brightly and breathtakingly. The depths of the ocean contain endless secrets, and its depth is like the night sky, making people want to explore its bottom. The sun shines on the sea, and every ray of light is like fine gold powder, making the sparkling sea surface flash with charming light, like thousands of stars jumping, fascinating. The waves gently hit the reefs on the shore, making a melodious movement, interweaving with the cries of seagulls in the distance into a harmonious symphony. The attractive blue is not only a visual enjoyment, but also a spiritual cleansing, making people feel tranquility and freedom in its embrace.

In the originally peaceful world, a harmonious picture unfolds, and everything is immersed in the warm sunshine, as if time has frozen at this moment. However, this tranquility cannot be maintained for a long time, and a silent drama begins to brew on the distant skyline. A deep dark cloud, as if an invisible big hand splashed ink on the sky, drops of thick ink splashed, gradually rendering a gloomy color on the blue canvas. The dark cloud spreads at an alarming speed, like the tentacles of darkness, quietly eroding the light and forcing the originally bright sunshine into a corner. The color of the sky became heavy in an instant, and the brightness was quietly swallowed up, leaving only a faint light and shadow struggling on the horizon, foreshadowing the upcoming changes.

Meng Jin stood on the deck, his chest rising and falling with his deep breathing, as if resonating with the rhythm of the ocean. The air was filled with a unique smell, the salty and bitter taste of the sea, like the kiss left by the waves kissing the beach, deeply imprinted in every breeze. The light salty taste lingered at the tip of the nose, like the whisper of the sea, telling of its vastness and depth.

At this moment, another subtle smell began to penetrate quietly, which was the sign of rain, fresh and moist. It was like a secret messenger of nature, spreading silently in the air, bringing a hint of coolness, foreshadowing the passion that the sky was about to pour out. The smell of rain mixed with the sea breeze formed a different symphony, previewing the upcoming fierce baptism.

He stood on the deck, staring at the thick layer of dark clouds in the sky. They were like heavy velvet curtains, blocking the sunlight. Each dark cloud contained endless weight, and seemed to roar in the air, conveying a depressing and mysterious omen. The wind whistled in his ears, bringing the low hum from the depths of the dark clouds, like the deep breath of nature, and like a warning before the rainstorm. That sound, though silent but shocking, was like the pulse of the sky, beating with a violent and ruthless rhythm. He could feel the humidity in the air rising sharply, and the water vapor condensed into tiny dewdrops, falling on his skin with a cold sting. At this moment, the sea also became uneasy, with turbulent waves, as if echoing the restlessness of the sky.

The dark clouds, a deep, all-consuming black, were like a huge velvet curtain, being pulled slowly and firmly by invisible fingers, pressing heavily toward his position. Each cloud was full of weight, and they gathered together to form a natural barrier of the sky, with an irresistible majesty and solemnity. The edges of the dark clouds were blurred, as if there were endless mysteries and unknowns hidden where they blended with the sky, making people hold their breath.

The movement of the dark clouds was like a silent symphony, and every change filled the air with an oppressive atmosphere. Their advancement was as turbulent as the tide, but they had the patience of time. Every step seemed so leisurely, yet made people feel the inescapable pressure.

The dark clouds were like heavy velvet curtains, slowly gathering in the sky, as if the sky was tightly grasped by a pair of invisible hands, squeezing out the anger that was about to erupt. In this oppressive silence, each cloud bead was full of thunder, waiting to release the violent power, foreshadowing a storm that was about to sweep the earth. Under the sea level, the waves in the depths surged restlessly, as if a sleeping giant beast was lurking, its breathing caused the sea water to churn, and waves of undercurrents surged, carrying a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere. This undercurrent twisted and turned on the seabed, like a black ribbon, quietly stirring the tranquility of the ocean, foreshadowing that unknown fear and danger were about to break through the waves.

At that moment, the originally calm sea surface suddenly became violent, with huge waves surging, like the angry fist of a god beating the sea surface violently. Suddenly, a terrifying shadow sprang out from the depths of the waves, and an extremely large octopus monster broke through the waves. Its body was as strong as a towering moving mountain, which made people feel awe. The monster's skin was the ink color of the deep sea, blending with the surging waves, and highlighting endless weirdness in between.

The pitch-black tentacles were so numerous that they were astonishing. They were like countless greedy and cunning snakes, sweeping in from all directions in an instant. They were flexible and powerful, like the tentacles of death, tightly wrapping around the large ship that was struggling to sail on the edge of the storm. The ship was trembling in the tentacles, as if it was tightly grasped by the giant beast's claws. Each tentacle seemed to be announcing endless fear and despair. This sudden attack plunged the already precarious ship into a deeper crisis, as if it would be dragged into the endless dark abyss by this deep-sea monster in the next moment.