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The Fourth. The Thunder. The Spark.
“I’m soft, but I strike.”
When Bougie Island™ sleeps, the sky hums her name. They say the clouds gathered out of jealousy once and never left, because Storm learned how to steal their power.
She was born from lightning kissing the ocean, her heartbeat syncing with the waves. Every step she takes carries a hush before it hits, like the moment the world realizes it’s about to change.
Her calm isn’t peace; it’s patience. She doesn’t shout to be heard. She waits, she watches, and when she moves, everything else falls quiet. The Beasts know that when Storm raises her hand, the sky obeys.
But there’s softness behind the strike. When she touches water, it glows. When she whispers, even the wind leans in to listen. She’s proof that beauty doesn’t need to beg for attention—it simply arrives, and the island trembles.