Above the clouds and their sun-blocking barriers, soared a giant cyborg on vermilion (Frills? Wings?). He took in the vibrant hues left by the sun's descent, his scythe-arms tucked awkwardly beneath his wings. After a while, he dives down, cutting through the clouds and crashing into the sea below with a huge wave as a result. Flying fails to cure his boredom. What never does is destruction. So now off he goes to the nearest city, completely occupied with ideas for destroying, Even if he does it all the time, as do most kijau.