The Strange Tale of the Immortal Path

In the distant Arctic, a sudden anomaly shatters the silence. The aurora, once a colorful, ribbon-like dance, now seems violently pulled by an invisible giant hand, hanging upside down in the sky as if the universe writhes in agony. The light, no longer a gentle dreamy hue, turns eerie and dazzling—red as blood, purple as the underworld—spreading wantonly across the night sky, as if to devour the entire world.