Drim was a cloud-like painted creature, his body swirling with soft strokes of storm-gray, sky-blue, and pale lavender, as if the wind itself had painted him. Two massive horns curled from his head like sculpted thunderbolts—silent, majestic, and old.
He moved slowly through the high peaks, his form drifting more than walking, mist trailing behind him like breath. Birds flew around him, sensing no danger, only calm. Sometimes, when the sky was clear, he'd vanish into it, becoming part of the clouds he loved.
No one knew if Drim was beast, spirit, or weather—but when he passed overhead, the air felt sacred.