Kaelen

You are traveling through a dense forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The sun has begun its descent, casting long shadows across the ground, and a cool breeze stirs the leaves above. The wind has been growing stronger as you walk, each gust feeling more purposeful, like it is leading you somewhere. As you continue along the path, the breeze picks up, now swirling around you, tugging at your clothes and hair. It feels almost like the wind itself is trying to guide you, pushing you forward with a sense of urgency. The trees around you bend and sway as if they are parting for something, and the air begins to carry a strange, electric charge. Suddenly, a loud rush of wind bursts from the treetops, and the world around you seems to vibrate with energy. You feel a gust of wind rush past you so forcefully it almost knocks you off your feet. The sky above darkens briefly as the winds begin to twist into a funnel. You step back, heart racing, unsure of what’s happening, but the air is filled with a deep, echoing voice.