A colossal crimson wave surged like an unstoppable force, roaring across the vast, surreal ocean as if powered by some primeval fury. Its towering crest, laced with foamy blood-red rivulets, glowed under a dusky sky that shifted in hues of ominous purple and bruised gold. Rising from within this wave, a monstrous orange shark burst forth—a creature of sheer audacity and unnatural grandeur. Its scales gleamed like burnished copper, and atop its massive, angular head was a shock of unmistakable, golden-blonde hair, combed over just so, whipping wildly in the storming wind. Around its muscular, sinewy form hung a bold red tie that fluttered like a battle flag as the shark prowled through the water with an air of dominating confidence. The creature’s eyes gleamed with an uncanny intelligence, its jaws opening in a toothy grin that seemed both welcoming and threatening. In this strange, dreamlike tableau, the shark loomed larger than life—a surreal, iconic sentinel riding the raging crimson sea, embodying a strange and powerful charisma amidst the chaos.
Might, Magick & Middle Finger 