The wind is whispering...
A soft and calm breeze roams the empty planes in the middle of America. As
it notices some farms in the distance it drastically increases speed and
transforms into a strong wind. A few miles before it reaches the farms, it
speeds up again to change into a huge typhoon. It crashes into the walls
of the farms, rips their roofs off just for the pleasure of destroying.
It goes on for a while when suddenly, for no reason whatsoever, it stops.
It circles around for a moment as if it regrets the destruction it has
done. The farms lie helplessly in an oasis of trash and filth...
But the wind doesn't pause for long. Very soon it's off again at ravaging
speed, towards the big city, striking down some huge trees on the way...
As it arrives in New York it's scared by the impressive skyscrapers. Here
its rage is merely a whisper, here it has no power at all, here it's even
less than a presidential fart. Therefore the wind has left this place...
For good; it doesn't even whisper anymore.
Music: MoSeZ
Text : Korneel Ketelslegers
Required version of Symphonie: at least 2.4d release 3
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