Thunderborn

Some are shaped by the world. Others are carved by lightning.

Thunderborn carries the energy of a storm held in stillness—power coiled, waiting. It hums with the tension of sky meeting earth, of potential about to be realized. This is not chaos. This is clarity dressed in wildness.

It’s for the ones who don’t shy from the rumble. Who walk forward when the clouds gather. Who were never meant to be quiet.

You weren’t made to weather the storm.
You were born from it.