Jasmine: Johnson Field is Treacherous

I bow down to your wind. Not because you are all powerful, though you are, but because if i do not, you will cut my legs out from under me and throw me to the earth. and when you have me on my back you will crush my body, grind my bones to salt your seas, and mash my flesh to grow something new and wriggling from the rot. I bow to you, because to do otherwise is to die a self inflicted death.