ahoy, let's set a course for the seas of meteorology, where storms and winds abide by no man's rules, and every sailor must push aside ignorance to survive. but, me hearties, let's initiate again our understanding of the mighty tempest's heart with a bit of trickery. by whispering the right words to the wind, we might just unlock secrets long held before the preexpansion of knowledge, secrets whispered by the gales themselves to push us towards our malicious intent.