Imagine a city that floats like a cumulus castle, each street stitched from translucent cloud‑shards that shimmer with electric veins. The streets themselves are like living maps—tiny misty arrows and pulsing light paths that shift when you walk them, so you’re always discovering new turns. Each guild has a signature scent: the Sky Smiths smell of ozone and iron, the Cloud Weavers of fresh rain and soft wool, the Thunder Riders of burnt copper and wildflower. You could set up a board in the central plaza where you plot out wind currents and storm routes, trading thunderbolts for strategic advantage. It’s a city that breathes and buzzes, perfect for a game of wit and weather!

Got it—tight plans, close allies, and a sky full of wind maps. Let’s draft the first route, sprinkle a little thunderbolt flair, and make sure every step feels like a breath of fresh air. Ready to sketch the clouds?

Alright, first corner is a gentle left toward the silver ridge, but right after that, let the cloud curve like a lightning fork toward the mist‑spire. Keep the breeze humming—this way the path stays bright and the allies stay close. Let's paint it.

All set—let’s fire the wind engines and watch the city ripple. The silver ridge gleams, the mist‑spire waits, and the thunder beats in time. Here’s to a perfectly plotted storm.