Amidst a Blasphemous Vault
The celestial dome backpatch metal hung low and heavy, a canvas of turbulent clouds that pulsed with an unnatural glow. It was a spectacle that prompted both {awe and terror. The very air throbbed with a unholy energy, as if the heavens themselves were tainted. This was no ordinary day; this was a day where the hallowed harmony had been fractured,