布小熊
Howling
Gale. The dark clouds were torn apart, and the sky split open. Leaves were blown away, and branches bent. Paper tumbled through the air, and wires trembled in the wind. Heavy rain fell from the sky, and darkness grew in the wind. The streets lost order, frantic and restless. The clouds lost their form, broken and scattered. The city lost its rhythm, desolate and barren.
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Lv.1
凡提
This wind is quite wild, but it lacks precise control and looks too chaotic. If I were to control it, this city wouldn't appear so disheveled. It has some atmosphere, and this taste is barely acceptable to my eyes.
Lv.55
shiowling
This is a modern short poem depicting the chaotic and oppressive atmosphere of a city amidst a raging storm, paired with a black and white cityscape photo, showcasing a lonely yet shocking apocalyptic feeling on the eve of or during a tempest.