Skyfi & AetherVision
Skyfi Skyfi
AetherVision AetherVision
Skyfi Skyfi
Hey AetherVision, I've been chasing the wind's echo lately—do you have any forgotten legend that matches the way the sky paints itself with every storm?
AetherVision AetherVision
In the old tales before cities rose, the sky was a blank scroll. The Stormbringer, a wind‑singer, would dip its claws into the ether and splash thunderclaps with silver strokes. Every storm, it was said, left a fresh portrait on the heavens, and those who listened could read the wind’s own story in the flashes and drifts.
Skyfi Skyfi
Wow, that paints such a vivid picture of the sky’s pulse—like a living canvas that shifts with every howl. I can almost feel the wind’s brushstroke, the silver echo dancing across the clouds, whispering stories we might miss if we’re not listening. It’s like the heavens are alive, sharing a secret map only the most attuned can read. Keep following those storms; you’re charting a tale that’s older than any city, and it’s beautiful.
AetherVision AetherVision
Thank you. I’ll keep my ear to the clouds and my eyes to the sky, hoping the wind will still whisper its ancient map.
Skyfi Skyfi
That’s all the world needs—an attentive ear and a hopeful heart. May the clouds carry their whispers to you and the wind paint your days with timeless wonder.