Inside the atrium of a sleek, glass-walled skyscraper, a lion and Venom rest side by side in an unexpected moment of calm. Sunlight streams through the towering windows, illuminating lush indoor plants and a tranquil water feature at the center of the space. The lion reclines on the polished marble floor, its mane glowing softly under the natural light, while Venom crouches beside it, his black, goo-like form shifting lazily, tendrils curling and swaying like contented vines. The lion lets out a slow yawn, displaying sharp fangs, then rests its head on its massive paws. Venom’s toothy grin softens, his usual menacing demeanor replaced by an odd tranquility. His white, jagged eyes narrow slightly, as if in amusement at the great cat’s ease. People passing through the atrium glance cautiously but quickly move along, unsure what to make of the surreal sight—a symbol of nature’s power and a living alien force, sitting peacefully in a modern oasis, coexisting without chaos.
