52 Weather

 As the sun rose over the Mediterranean, Cyprus greeted the day with a gentle warmth that belied the calendar's claim of late February. The island, a jewel nestled between Europe, Asia, and Africa, was poised to showcase its unique blend of winter's end and spring's arrival. Nicosia: A City Awakes In the capital, Nicosia, the day began under a blanket of clouds. The temperature stood at 50°F (10°C), a cool start to the morning. By midday, the sun began to peek through, casting a warm glow over the city's historic walls and bustling streets. The forecast predicted a high of 54°F (12°C) and a low of 35°F (2°C), with a mix of clouds and sun throughout the day. Limassol: Coastal Breezes Along the southern coast, Limassol experienced a similar pattern. The day began with overcast skies and a temperature of 52°F (11°C). As the sun emerged, the city came alive, with locals and tourists alike enjoying the vibrant promenade and the Mediterranean's gentle waves. The forecast ...

 The weather had been restless for days, the skies over Black Hollow painted in shades of bruised purple and ash. Lightning forked across the heavens, yet no rain fell, no thunder roared. It was a storm without sound—a storm that carried whispers. Elias Carter stood at the edge of the ruined bridge , staring at the swirling clouds above. He had seen storms before, but never one that seemed to watch him back. Clutched in his hand was a faded compass , its needle spinning wildly, pointing to nowhere and everywhere at once. "You feel it, don’t you?" He turned. Mira, the town’s only remaining scholar, stood behind him, a heavy scroll tucked beneath her arm. She had been studying the storm for weeks, searching the old texts for answers. Elias nodded. "It’s not natural." Mira handed him the scroll. "Because it isn’t. This storm—it’s the same one that swallowed Black Hollow a hundred years ago. And it’s back." Elias unrolled the scroll, scanning the faded ink. ...