The storm is not weather. It is prophecy.
Good and evil do not wear more than names. They wear faces-familiar, beloved, feared. They rise from the soil like ghosts and walk the streets in borrowed skin. The town itself is a living threshold, a liminal wound where light and shadow wage their eternal war. And the sandstorm? It is the reckoning. It comes not to destroy, but to reveal.
You will find no heroes untouched by darkness, no villains without longing. The force that stirs beneath is older than morality, older than gods. It is the pulse of the earth when it dreams in symbols. It is the howl of justice twisted by grief. It is the whisper that asks: What will you become when the storm unmasks you?
This is a tale of possession and resistance, of sacred fury and feral grace. It is a myth for those who know that the battle between good and evil is not fought in the heavens-but in the heart of a town that refuses to die.
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