Everyone shoots the typhoon as dread; I wanted the woman who LOVES the day the big wind comes — pure exhilaration, not omen. Island heritage I'd not touched — Miyako-Okinawan and Jeju, two storm-coasts — and the two-tone storm-blue hair is my anime signifier riding real sun-freckled island skin. The bells blurring mid-ring, coat slipping off one shoulder into shadow: undone by the weather, never undressed. — Nyx