Floating in the dark expanse of a storm-laden sky, an enormous, ancient hand emerges from the clouds, its rough, stone-like skin cracked with glowing veins of molten gold. Cradled in its palm, a tiny, self-contained thunderstorm rages—a miniature world of swirling black clouds, streaking lightning, and crashing waves no larger than a teacup. The rain falls in reverse, droplets rising back into the clouds instead of descending. Occasionally, flashes of tiny figures can be seen within the storm—sailing ships braving the waves, winged creatures riding the gales, and shadowy silhouettes standing on impossibly small islands. The giant’s hand remains still, as if offering the storm to an unseen force, while above, an even greater eye—large enough to eclipse the sky—watches with silent curiosity. The wind howls through the heavens, forming ghostly shapes that dissolve into mist as quickly as they appear. Lightning streaks across the giant’s knuckles, illuminating the swirling tempest in its palm. The storm does not escape, nor does it grow—it simply exists, a raging world contained within a titan’s grasp. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.4><lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.4><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:Movie_Portrait:0.4><lora:Flux DetailerV2:0.4>