Ground

The rising waters, swirling winds, do not frighten me, for I am solid, unmovable. The currents of the world leave only the slightest mark on me, and the whirlwind passes, finds me where I have always been, waiting for a sign. Once I am aroused, the result will contain more fury than wind or wave can muster.

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