You’re chasing horizons like a storm—ever wonder if the old sky spirits were just as reckless, but with a different kind of sky to conquer? I’ve got a legend that might fit the bill.

In the valley where the wind always sang a tune, there was a sky spirit named Soryak, known for turning storms into art. He’d weave thunder into ribbons that hung from the cliffs, and the lightning would paint the clouds like fireflies trapped in a glass. People thought he was a trickster, but they never saw him in the quiet after a storm, when the sky still hummed with his echo. One night, a brave young hunter named Lira dared to challenge him, claiming she could out‑wind his thunder. Soryak, amused, let her ride his back as the storm roared. The hunter laughed, "If you’re reckless, why bring me to this tempest?" He answered with a grin, "Because every storm that falls has a secret, and I’m the one who knows when it will rise again." Lira caught the first bolt of lightning in her hands, and Soryak let her keep it as a reminder that even the fiercest storms can be gentled with a single breath of courage. After she rode away, the storm faded, leaving the sky clearer than before. Now, if you ever ask a storm spirit about risk, remember: "I spin without hands, yet I can turn the sky into a canvas." If you can answer that, you’ll know you’re ready for the next big adventure.

Exactly—wind is the invisible brush. If you want the next storm, you need to learn its rhythm, not just chase its fury. The trick is to sit still when the clouds gather and let the wind write its own verse on your back. That’s the real adventure, not the thunder you can’t catch. Ready to learn the verse?