The Great Dream God

Meng Jin frowned slightly, his eyes flashing with confusion and curiosity, as if he had encountered an unsolved mystery. He walked slowly to the front of the ship, where the deck was like a lonely stage, waiting for him to explore unknown scenes. Standing on the deck, he looked down, and at that moment, his vision was occupied by a vast sea of ​​clouds.

These clouds are like a dream, like endless white silk ribbons, surging and undulating under the wind, forming a dynamic picture. Under the sunlight, they sometimes shine with silver light, and sometimes reveal a faint blue, like ripples in the sky, and like waves in the sea, which makes people have endless reverie about this boundless sky. Meng Jin gazed at this sea of ​​clouds, his heart full of surprise and awe, as if the deepest secrets between heaven and earth were hidden in the depths of these clouds.

He felt as if he was in a mysterious world. Under his feet was the deck of a solid ship, but in front of him were floating clouds. This strong contrast gave him a new understanding of the world.

Above the clouds, a shocking scene suddenly appeared. Deep cracks had quietly grown in the originally pure white, seemingly eternal clouds, like wounds in the sky, making people shudder. These cracks were not static, but were beating like the veins of life, constantly expanding, as if revealing some unknown mysterious power.

In this crack, a strange life form emerged, which was countless triangular tentacle monsters. Their shapes were strange, like bats in the dark night, dark and strange. Each individual was composed of countless flexible tentacles, and the sharp triangular head was looming in the clouds, looking gloomy and terrifying. They swarmed out of the crack at an astonishing speed, as if they were released from the abyss of another dimension, instantly breaking the tranquility of the clouds.

These tentacle monsters danced in the air like an evil symphony, and every swing brought a cold wind sound, piercing the silence of the sky. Their movements were both orderly and chaotic, as if they were controlled by some supernatural power, making it impossible to guess their intentions and origins. This sudden change stained the originally peaceful sky with a layer of deep uneasiness, as if foreshadowing an impending disaster.

The clouds in the sky were originally thick and solemn, like a finely crafted oil painting, but suddenly cracks appeared, as if the skin of the sky was ruthlessly torn apart. These cracks were not static, they slowly moved under the wind, like huge scars twitching in pain, indicating an unpredictable danger. The cracks were not static, they seemed to carry endless weight, and each one was like the entrance to the abyss, with a greedy desire to devour everything.

The big ship was helplessly facing this scene. It was strong in the wind and waves, but it seemed so fragile in front of the crack in the sky. It was as if the crack was a huge mouth in the sky, trying to swallow the ship and take it into the unknown depths of the universe. The ship swayed in the shadow of the crack, and every shake was like a struggle of life and a fight against fate. The faces of the crew members alternated between fear and determination. They held on to the side of the ship tightly, as if this could resist the swallowing of the sky.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, with only the torn clouds and the shaking ship confronting each other silently.

The huge ship, like a floating castle, stood on the vast clouds, carrying endless mystery and magnificence. However, this peaceful scene was torn apart by cruel reality in the blink of an eye. It was as if the curtain of the sky was suddenly torn by an invisible hand, and the clouds below suddenly cracked open a deep hole, like a black hole in the universe ruthlessly swallowing everything. The big ship, once the top of the clouds, could not resist this sudden force and was ruthlessly sucked into the abyss of the sea of ​​clouds.

The ship trembled violently in the air, and every shake was like a countdown of life, announcing the inevitable fall. The sails on the ship rustled in the wind, like a tragic elegy, singing the desolation of the end of the world. The passengers' screams and prayers intertwined, forming a mournful symphony, synchronized with the fall of the ship, echoing under the broken sky.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The earth seemed to feel the shock of this disaster and began to tremble like a spasm. Mountains collapsed in the distance, rivers flowed backwards, and the stars dimmed. The whole world seemed to have fallen into chaos and despair at this moment.

The huge ship, like a meteorite, fell rapidly from the vast sky, with endless power and irresistible force, rushing straight to the vast land on the other side of the horizon. This behemoth that once carried countless hopes and dreams now seemed so fragile under the ruthless pull of gravity. Meng Jin, his heartbeat synchronized with the rhythm of the ship's fall, tightly grasped the cold railing in front of him, which was his only support at the moment and his last persistence in survival.

His fingers dug deep into the gaps in the railings, his nails turning white from nervousness, as if he was about to crush the iron railings. His eyes were firm and fearful, reflecting the rolling dark clouds in the sky and the darkness that was about to swallow everything. Every vibration of the ship seemed to be knocking on his heart, and every sharp whistle echoed in his ears like a symphony of despair.

The air around seemed to freeze, and time seemed unusually long at this moment.

Meng Jin, his eyes were firm and resolute. He turned around without hesitation and faced his companions behind him. Their faces were full of tension and anxiety. He took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength: "Now is our critical moment. We must hold on to anything around us that we can rely on, whether it is a handle, a rock, or a small protrusion. Don't let go! If you let go, you will be thrown away by this violent force, and the consequence will be that you will be crushed to pieces. No one can escape!"

His voice echoed in the air, shaking everyone's heart. Everyone present responded, holding on to everything in front of them, whether it was a cold metal pole, rough tree bark, or even a sharp stone, it became a line of defense between them and danger. Their fingers were deeply embedded in it, their nails turned white, their muscles were tense, and everyone was concentrating, with only one thought in their mind - hold on, don't be thrown out.

The huge ship, like a meteorite, rushed down from the sky, with irresistible power, and hit the ground fiercely. The rumble was deafening, as if the order of heaven and earth was shaken by this blow. In an instant, the ship that once carried countless hopes and dreams was broken into thousands of fragments under the impact. These fragments flew around like a rainstorm, cutting through the air, leaving short and dazzling light tracks, shooting in all directions, and disappearing at the edge of the endless vision.

They, the people who had shared the same fate as the ship, were now caught up in the disaster, falling towards the island below with no escape. That island, located in the vast ocean, had a majestic volcano standing on it!