Slithering Bolds: Forever Hateful Or Grateful?

A diminishing fireball peeps from the dark adamant cloud. It struggles to make its appearance once in a while and gives up when the heavy clouds deny giving way.

The air is soothingly chilly and so is the rainy climate. Duong is drenched with occasional drizzles accompanied by heavy downpours. Alongside ferocious thunder and reckless wind echoed high notes and beats in the surrounding neighborhoods, scaring away the flying creatures.

The master at the piano is an aged expert who has witnessed and survived more monsoons than there are creatures on the planet; the neverending Daeyang.

The vastness of the ocean resembles a ballerina twirling in delight. It moves in synchronisation with nature posing challenges to the vessels struck in its belly. Sometimes it would engulf the vessels in its long, wet arms from all sides and sweep the crews across one edge of the board to another, earning curses and shrills of protest over its mischief.

Other times, it would melt into jelly and swin