Komagane wasn’t a storm. It was grief in divine form. Inside: the recovered dossier of Raiju-no-Kao—an entity wearing thunder like skin and memories like weapons. Read the full classified report from Project ECLIPSE.

For 23 nights, lightning carved the mountains like scripture—never the same strike twice. On the 24th, something stepped out of the storm wearing a cracked porcelain face. One operative entered the village. Only his words came back. Read the recovered account of Komagane Pass. The storm isn’t weather. It remembers.