The wind caresses you, so softly, and whispers secrets in your ears. […] The lights […] form violent letters that etch themselves onto your mind. Thunder speaks to you. 'The Correspondence,' it says. 'If you loved me, you would not need to see it.'
The wind[…] whispers secrets[…]. The thunder walks beside those who welcome it. The thunder will send Auster to those who placate it and Auster will carry ships to the North. The thunder tells stories to those who love it. But you are safe from harm.
