A low humming sound echoes at a constant. Fields of ashen poppies shudder, as their petals begin bleeding scarlet under the weight of [The Will], as if the earth itself weeps clotted divinity. Each step toward the heart of [The Heavenly Mind Enclosure] intensifies the pressure: a suffocating tsunami of celestial rage, the last roaring breath of a fallen deity’s [Rage] made manifest. [The Will] surges in violent crescendo—until you breach the storm’s eye. —[Silence]— At the enclosure’s center, the howling wrath [stills]. Scarlet petals hang frozen mid-fall, before dissipating into frozen ash. [The Remnant Will] calms, the scarlet poppies dissolving into ash and forming what appears to be a [pond of liquid ash], and from the [center] of that [pond], lies a [door]. —————————————///// [Enter]: https://en.ai-battler.com/battle/a1a78797-c1d5-422f-97f0-e92265b4dce2