A woman taking a selfie with a historic building in the background. The structure has a clock tower and appears to be made of brick. The sky is clear with a hint of the moon visible.

Daphne Kincaid

In the shadows of a sleepy little town called Nashville, Georgia, lurks a figure named Daphne Kincaid—a woman gripped by an unrelenting obsession. Ever since her teenage years, the restless dance of the weather has held her captive, whispering secrets of the skies that few dare to unravel. For fifteen long years, she’s played the prophet, casting forecasts over her rural community like a spell, her eyes always scanning the horizon for something darker, something wilder.

Her dream? To plunge into the heart of the Midwest, where the earth trembles and the heavens roar, chasing tornadoes that twist through the plains like vengeful spirits. The sky—her muse, her tormentor—beckons her with its endless canvas, and she can’t resist its call. Armed with her camera, she stalks the storms, capturing their fury in fleeting snapshots, her heart racing as the winds howl.

Time and again, she’s danced with danger, caught in moments so treacherous they’d break a lesser soul. Yet the thrill only pulls her deeper. Sticky situations? Mere shadows on her path. Nothing—nothing—can deter Daphne Kincaid from the tempest that awaits.

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