A vessel traverses the void—its path neither chosen nor resisted—as currents of cosmic light fracture around it. Here, lightning is not violence, but transmission: a divine broadcast stretching across dimensions, rupturing silence with intent.

This is not destruction—it is judgment shaped as invitation. The ship does not flee; it receives. The atmosphere trembles not in fear, but in recognition.

What unfolds is not wrath in human terms, but a cosmic correction—an alignment between forces.
A signal.
A summoning.
An outreach from something far beyond.