Luna Nightshade

Chasing the storms . AI-Generated.

The wind howled a mournful song, tearing at the rickety shutters of Amelia's cottage perched precariously on the edge of the world. The sea, normally a serene canvas of turquoise and sapphire, churned with a fury that sent spray high enough to lick the porch roof. Inside, Amelia huddled by the fireplace, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the weathered walls. Her weathered hands, calloused from years of battling the elements, held a mug of steaming tea, a meager comfort against the storm raging outside.