I hear you...
I hear you call out to me...
Your voice echoes across time and space to reach me...
"I want a storm!" you called out. And I answered, in the only way I knew how...
I came. I came and ruined everything you built, I came and drowned you in my tears and fury and fire.
You called for a storm my dear, and you got what you asked for.
I could not resist your call. You could not understand what you were calling, why I answered and why I kept coming when you asked. But you kept calling.
Why do you keep calling...?
Is it just to taste my fury?
Is it to feel my soft touch on your skin while the rest of the world drowns?
Is it because you love the storm?
Bind the storm to your essence then.
Do not let anyone whisper for the storm that you have summoned.
Make.
Me.
Yours.
