Bringer of Daze

In the gold-rush of noon, the Wind-Walker stirs— barefoot on burning air, scattering secrets in shimmer and sweat. The flowers hum with heat-born spells, every stem a current, every breeze a spell of becoming. Summer pulses electric— a season of dazzle and daring, where the magick of heat unlocks color, breathes bloom, and bursts open the gates of creation.