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my most peaceful hobby is storm watching, especially at night. a few nights ago, three storms converged overhead. one to the south, one to the east, and one directly on top of me. the fog settled in over half the city below, some lights distinct and others muddled together, bright under the fog. the night and the clouds obscured the mountains to the east, but when lightning cracked through it illuminated the entire range from behind. what happened over those mountains that night? the mist never gives up her mysteries. id like to think it was storm giants