The Maimed Nimbus hung in the sky like a scar, a reminder of a past storm that had wrought destruction on the land. Its once-proud form now twisted and distorted, a testament to the forces of nature. The clouds around it seemed to shy away, as if afraid of being touched by the broken remains of their kin. And yet, even in its shattered state, the Maimed Nimbus held a strange beauty, a reminder that even in chaos, there can be a kind of order.
