For all purposes of this story, we will refer to the protagonist as simply… the Storm. His name, his identity, his history—these details will remain unnamed, untold. What we will offer is not the deep exploration of a singular mind, nor an attempt to unravel the labyrinth of human psychology. No. This is not a story burdened by the weight of analysis or examination. It is, rather, a fleeting glimpse—a speck of stardust cast adrift in the boundless sky of human experience. And yet, even a speck can hold the force of change.

The story that unfolds in the following pages occupies but a sliver of the Protagonist's life, a mere instant in the grander sequence of days and years. Still, within this brief moment lies the seed of transformation, a ripple that will alter the course of his journey, perhaps irrevocably. We do not concern ourselves here with the whys and how's of his past, nor with the inner workings of his thoughts. This tale is small, yet it holds a power—a power to decide, to shape, to influence the Protagonist’s path forward.

Here, then, begins the story. Like so many lives, it begins not with a moment of grand consequence, but with a quiet scene, almost unremarkable. Yet in the quietude of ordinary moments, the tremors of change are often felt most strongly. This story etches a small tale of when The Storm met the Rain in the wheel of time.