The balmy air of Selnar, usually so welcoming, betrayed us without warning. One moment, the expansive city with its wide walkways and beautiful corners beckoned exploration; the next, the sky turned a bruised, ominous purple. The storm descended with shocking fury. Winds, unseen moments before, shrieked through the broad avenues, ripping at our clothing and sending dust and debris swirling into a blinding vortex. The elegant architecture offered little solace as rain, thick as a thrown bucket, lashed down, instantly transforming the wide walkways into slick, perilous rivers. Each beautiful corner, once a delight, became a treacherous funnel for the gale. We stumbled, disoriented, desperate for the solid sanctuary of a roof, our voices snatched away by the roar of the tempest. What had begun as a wonderfully serene visit to Selnar became a harrowing struggle for shelter against the raw, untamed power of Gor's skies.
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