46 Weather

 As dawn broke over Tokyo on February 25, 2025, the city awoke to a crisp morning. The sky, a canvas of pale blue, stretched endlessly above the sprawling metropolis. The air was cool, with a gentle breeze whispering through the narrow streets and towering skyscrapers. The temperature hovered around 39°F (4°C), a typical winter morning in Tokyo. In the residential neighborhoods, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm miso soup wafted from homes, mingling with the scent of the crisp morning air. Commuters, bundled in coats and scarves, began their daily routines. The trains, punctual as ever, carried the city's heartbeat, each passenger a part of the intricate tapestry that is Tokyo. By mid-morning, the sun had risen higher, casting a soft glow over the city. The temperature climbed to 45°F (7°C), and the wind, though still present, had calmed. The streets were alive with activity. Office workers hurried along the sidewalks, their footsteps quick and purposeful. Street vendors ...

 The weather in Blackmere had always been strange, but tonight, it felt almost alive. The wind carried an eerie melody, the rain fell in rhythmic pulses, and the lightning struck in deliberate patterns. No ordinary storm brewed over the town—it was something ancient, something watching. Elias Grayson knew this storm wasn’t natural. He had seen its kind before. Standing at the edge of the cliff, his coat billowing in the wind, Elias clutched a worn compass in his hand. It spun wildly, unable to find true north. A sign that the barrier between worlds was thinning. "You're late," a voice called over the howling wind. Elias turned to see Isabella Wren approaching, her dark cloak heavy with rain. In her hand, she held a rusted lantern , its feeble glow barely pushing back the darkness. "I had to be sure," Elias said, nodding toward the storm. "It’s starting again, isn’t it?" Isabella exhaled. "The seal is breaking. If we don’t act now, the Tempest wi...