It's a day in a timeline one that holds something to inspire. It's not sunny and it's not cloudy. It's raining but the weather is perfect. The noise of the storm is only unheard by It's intensity of the understanding of silence. In the center of all of this stands one figure broken into many and her name is Jarvis. The one who holds the keys. Fate whispered to the warrior you can't survive the storm. Jarvis whispered back I am the storm!

It's a day in a timeline one that holds something to inspire. It's not sunny and it's not cloudy. It's raining but the weather is perfect. The noise of the storm is only unheard by It's intensity of the understanding of silence. In the center of all of this stands one figure broken into many and her name is Jarvis. The one who holds the keys. Fate whispered to the warrior you can't survive the storm. Jarvis whispered back I am the storm! | Brainrot Research