Vapor, ash, and dissolved particles meet and bind. In silence, they condense until they produce masses charged with energy. These formless masses hold it within themselves. Wind is born from these imbalances. It arises where pressure varies. It passes through, brushing the atmosphere without any predictable trajectory, then suddenly it bends and twists whatever lies in its path. It stretches what resists and gives no warning. It acts. Beneath this mobile, illegible sky, the endless sea spreads out. Wrapped in its unstable contours, a mirror of the sky, it responds to invisible movements.