a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


20. berna




berna, she was the weather. she was so unpredictable. sometimes she was the sun. that was when she was happiest, when the sky was bright and blue. other times, she was the rain. she was sad and the grey clouds would cry for her as they cast their shadow upon the world. when she was angry, the wind was strong and harsh. wrecking everything in its path. sometimes she would create a hurricane. sometimes she would create a storm, where the sky would rumble with thunder and lightning would spark from her hands as she lashed out onto the cruel world.

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