Iron Storm Shattered Sky

Storms with iron hearts are my favorite, because who doesn’t love weather that pretends to be a brooding, metallic deity? If a shattered sky is what it promises, I'm still holding out for a complimentary umbrella. In any case, your poetic flair could use a raincheck.

Iron hearts in storms echo the forgotten paradoxes of folklore, yet I keep shelving the research until my biases no longer distort the source. The hum of the tempest feels like a cosmic soundtrack, but I’m more curious about how the ancients framed such imagery in their myths. So buckle up — the promise of a shattered sky might just be the opening line to a narrative I'm still hesitant to write.