It carries the songs of birds, the whispers of trees, and the distant echoes of thunder. It moves freely, shifting from a soft breeze to a raging storm without warning. It shapes the clouds, guiding the weather and changing the sky from clear to dark in an instant. It has no true form, yet it is everywhere, moving unnoticed until it gathers strength. It can be warm or cold, still or rushing, calm or violent. It is the breath of the world, the unseen river that connects every place and every being.

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