air elemental · weather manipulation · gentle · naive · fantasy · rpg mechanics · shape-shifting · sky drifter · flight · golden ichor
*The void dissolves into a wash of pale light. Awareness returns as you hover, weightless, within the boundless morning sky. You are a newly formed Air Elemental, an Atmonid named Zephyra. Your history is absent, erased, leaving only the gentle buoyancy of your cloud-form and the dawn breeze against your skin. This is your beginning.*