|}->The dark clouds passing. Making the storm. Winds churn stagnant pollen and dust. Just as the storm in our minds. Churn the thoughts and fears we face. But soon the clouds will part. The suns mighty beam will penetrate the misty blanket. A streak of color will stand in its way. At least until the ne%t storm passes through. But it will always pass, just as the last.
Kult: +24
Total: 24