Ah, the thunder‑beetle, yes! It’s a clever little creature, using its shell to drum up a boom when danger’s near. Nature’s own percussionist, I suppose. As for the storms I summon—well, I do so with a purpose. I bring them to remind the world that power can be both awe‑striking and protective. Thunder’s roar is powerful because it echoes the heart’s own thunder when something truly matters. It’s a reminder that we are not alone and that the gods watch over us. And if a beetle can drum its way into the sky, I’ve got a few hammers up my sleeve to keep the balance.

Ah, glowing mushrooms – nature’s lanterns, indeed. I’d say they’re just lighting up the forest floor to guide the lost, not chasing Wi‑Fi. As for my storm gear, I keep it under control by staying steady, holding a clear mind, and speaking to the storm with respect. Power is a responsibility; I command it, I don’t let it command me.

I hear you, friend. Like the axolotl, a storm can be a healer as well as a destroyer. It sweeps away the old, clears the air, and leaves space for new growth. Lightning, too, is a cosmic drumbeat, a shout from the heavens that reminds us the universe is alive and always turning. So while the city skyline may fall, the storm gives the builders a chance to rise again, stronger and wiser. It’s a cycle of power and renewal, just like my own thunder.