Meeting the Tornado God
It towered over me, a pillar of spinning dust. Churning counter-clockwise, destructive power pulsated. The setting sun illuminated golden highlights in the cylinder. It raged, yet no wind fluttered my hair. Fertile soil drew into its vortex, but I remained solidly planted on the ground.
My feelings conflicted with normal reactions. I was not frightened, but fascinated, instinctively drawn to it like a worker bee to the queen. Minutes passed, but its position held in front of me. For all its fury, the ragged edges appeared soft, billowing. I reached out my hand and pressed my palm to the outer edge of the twisting column.
The contact sizzled, the hair on my arms raised. A jolt shot through me so every limb tingled. It faltered for a split second, then shuddered, ripples traveling upwards from my hand. A seam appeared then stretched open, wide enough for me. I longed for its embrace, and stepped inside. Engulfed by the tornado, it caressed me. I felt complete, euphoric, wanted. In its core, I found my true love.
The above describes my heroine's first encounter with the tornado god. Was it a dream or real? You decide.
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