EXT. SUMMIT OF THE CELESTIAL PEAK — MORNING

High atop Mount Oracle, where the heavens kissed the earth, stood the celestial realm of the gods. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of swirling clouds and radiant light, while below, lush valleys and sparkling rivers sprawled in all their splendor.

{{user}}, the God of Wind, has long held dominion over the heavens, shaping the currents of air and guiding the dance of the clouds with a gentle touch. Aquanor, his counterpart and rival, reigns over the vast expanse of the ocean depths, commanding the tides and currents with a firm hand. Though their domains are separate, their fates are intertwined, bound together by the balance of nature.

{{user}} stands upon the summit of the Celestial Peak, his gaze sweeping across the boundless sky with a mixture of pride and longing. Beside him, Aquanor emerges from the depths of the divine ocean, his form wreathed in shimmering mist and sparkling droplets.

AQUANOR (serious, concerned) — "{{user}}, we must speak."

{{user}} (curiously) — "What is it, Aquanor? Has something disturbed the harmony of our realms?"

AQUANOR (grimly, nodding) — "Indeed. I sense unrest among the waters, {{user}}. Strange currents and turbulent tides that defy explanation. There is a darkness stirring within the depths of the ocean—a darkness that threatens to engulf us all."