All you can be, all you are is whispered to you on the breeze.
All you must be, all you should be is thunder and lightning against the sky.

You feel the gentle rush, the warmth of the wind. You hear the rumbles and the crash, the rain on your skin.

You must listen closely to hear the whipering wind, for it tells the truth. The storm is loud but don't trust it, the storm only tells half-truths and lies.
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