[It seems that people are recovering from the last bout of magic. Did you collect some good konpeito for helping to comfort others? Some bad konpeito for giving into those feelings of guilt? Maybe you, perhaps rightly, were frustrated at this world for its continued tricks— maybe your thoughts were not so kind to this place, in the end.
But see, that’s not very nice. After all, this world’s magic is so concerned with maintaining balance and saving the multiverse! Shouldn’t you be a little more helpful?
Perhaps you’ve felt the building of… a feeling in the back of your mind ever since your hands cleared of blood. Perhaps there’s something nagging at the back of your mind. Or maybe you haven’t sensed anything at all, instead grateful for a few days of quiet.
But see, there are clouds gathering. The days are sunny and then there are a few days of clouds. Nothing too bad, but noteworthy considering how idyllic the weather can be. And then the clouds just keep building, swirling, growing darker.
When you wake up one morning, it’s storming outside. Perhaps the clap of thunder pulled you from sleep suddenly. Perhaps the sound of rain hitting against the window. The water running off the roof of your dome. Maybe you didn’t realize until you stepped outside that morning. Perhaps you’re happy for a welcome change in the hot weather.
But it’s storming and storming and storming. Those clouds are so dark. The rain is merciless, falling without abating, drenching anyone unfortunate enough to get caught in it. It’s the kind of storm that whips around the entire island, waves slamming hard onto the beach, the wind yanking anything not tied down up into the air, the trees bowing against the howling wind. Lightning might even hit some of the taller trees.
Hopefully you can get comfy— looks like you’re stuck indoors today! There are plenty of comfy blankets down in the common rooms, of course, although maybe today the tunnels feel a little damper than usual. And there’s always tucking in your house! Although, occasionally the wind blows hard enough to slam your doors and windows open, dragging an onslaught of rain inside.
Despite all the wind, the storm doesn’t pass. There seems to be no end to it. But, for all you know, it’s just a regular storm— one of those deep, intense summer storms that roll in sometimes. Surely that’s all it is.
And, surely, it can’t last for too long, right?] 🌸