Tempest & SilentEcho
Have you ever spotted a tiny detail that completely rewrote the chaos of a stormy adventure?
Oh, totally! In the middle of a screaming thunderstorm I spotted a single silver feather drifting in the eye, and suddenly the whole chaos felt like a wild, swirling dance instead of a brutal crush.
The silver feather is like a quiet punctuation mark in the storm’s sentence—just one feather to rewrite the whole paragraph. That’s what keeps me going.