They say the thunder took a bite of his face one morning, and he became a vengeful wraith.



Haunting all corners of this land - striking when it is darkest. Crashing with a mighty rumble everywhere he goes.



He is the voice of the warring storms - the endless noise which follows us into sleep and begs us to bleed.



The sizzling, unyielding lightning which burns the dark - revealing clairity and truth.

Worldbuilding, Akashi Kaijin, Art © Me

Do not steal my art - nor use it to train AI systems. This is your only warning.