34 Weather

 As dawn broke over Zambia on February 25, 2025, the vast, sun-dappled landscapes awakened to a day painted in delicate strokes of warmth and gentle rain. Across this vibrant country, from the bustling avenues of Lusaka to the ancient echoes of Livingstone near the majestic Victoria Falls, the weather unfurled as a living narrative—a journey of light, clouds, and intermittent showers that spoke of both renewal and timeless tradition. In Lusaka, the nation’s bustling capital, the day began with a soft embrace of early morning light. As the sun’s first rays crept over the horizon, the temperature was a comfortable 22°C (72°F), the air still cool from the lingering whispers of the night. The city’s modern skyline and leafy avenues stirred with quiet anticipation. By mid-morning, scattered cumulus clouds began to gather, and the mercury steadily inched upward to around 28°C (82°F). Occasional, brief showers punctuated the rising warmth, each droplet glistening in the sunlight as they f...

 The island of Aethel, shrouded in perpetual mist, was a place where the weather held a peculiar sway. It wasn't the storms or the calm that set it apart; it was the subtle, unsettling anomaly in its patterns. The winds would shift without warning, the rain would fall in shimmering, iridescent sheets, and the sun, when it dared to pierce the mist, cast shadows that danced with an unnerving fluidity. Within the heart of the island, nestled among ancient, gnarled trees, lay a hidden sanctuary . It was a place of quiet contemplation, a refuge for those who sought to understand the island's strange phenomena. Here, a group known as the Aethelian Weavers dedicated their lives to deciphering the island's secrets. They believed the erratic weather was a cipher , a coded message from the island itself. Their leader, Lyra, was a woman with eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of the mist. She was the vanguard of their order, a pioneer in their quest for understanding. She ha...