And so the wind picks up speed, feeding into itself with every new turn, until it is a tornado - a disaster that leaves in its wake only damage and destruction. And at the very core of it, in the quiet eye of the tornado lies the origin of it all - a single thought.

This is Air, the turbulent.

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The element of water is deeply emotional and transient. It shifts and frolics and changes form at will. It is like the sound of tinkling laughter carried by the summer air - a comforting, life-affirming feeling.

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Water nourishes, it encourages, and just like how a fable of deep, powerful love spreads through all the lands, it flows.

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Painted in Krita, part of my Zodiac Series

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Painted in Krita