Everything was still and then it wasn't.
Everything was silent and then It wasn't.
Nothing was and then everything was.
The trees trembled and the leaves shook.
The grass flailed and the creatures took cover.
The only remains were the brave souls enticed by the storm, captured.
They only stayed, only for their own rapture.
The unknown storm had a strange effect
Standing in the shadow of it was not terrifying, nor comforting but they found something in it that bound them, tied them into this building storm.
Souls bound to the unknown,
Souls invigorated now and vibrant.
Everything was deafening, then the silence returned.
Everything was shifting, shaking, and then it was still.
Nothing became everything, the souls trusted the unknown and changed nothing.
Nothing became everything.
It was all for the thrill.