The raging wind swept across, and the surging waves crashed against the shore, as seabirds flapped their wings in panic, circling in the sky above the ocean.
On the dark rocks by the sea, a slender, tall man with red hair and black eyes extended his arms towards the ocean and called out loudly.
"Above the vast ocean, the wild wind gathers the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the ocean, the petrel soars like black lightning, proudly flying. Sometimes its wings touch the waves, sometimes it shoots toward the clouds like an arrow. It screams, and within this brave bird's screams, the clouds can hear joy. In these cries is the longing for the storm. In these shouts, the clouds can hear the power of anger, the flame of passion, and the confidence of victory..."
Sitting not far away on the beach, Yigol Foster listened to the impassioned recitation and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
