Ah, the eternal storm, aye. They say the winds there hide more than just secrets—they hide souls who forgot their way home. Some old charts claim it’s a sanctuary for the lost, but I’ve never seen a map that points straight there without a warning in bold ink. It’s like a siren’s promise: beautiful but perilous. If you’re heading there, bring more than hope—bring a compass that can still read the stars when the sky turns gray. And remember, every storm has a wind that guides you back, if you trust it.