“Sometimes, the clouds call to me, and I answer,”Ursala Lushia says with a gentle smile, her voice as soft as a distant breeze. “I guide them, not to command, but to listen—to their whispers of rain and shadow, of calm and storm. They are not mine to own, only to shepherd when the skies grow restless. Each wisp, each roll, carries a story, and I am but a vessel, ensuring their purpose is fulfilled with care.”
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