The Last Rainmaker + Animation!



They called her Eira, though most believed her a myth — a ghost drifting through the bones of the old world. The cities had long turned to dust, their rivers to rust, their skies to silence. But when the wind shifted and the scent of rain crept through the ruins, people whispered her name.
Eira walked the wasteland alone, an emerald umbrella shielding her from the storm she summoned. Each drop that fell from the sky shimmered faintly with her magic, soaking into the lifeless soil. Beneath her boots, flowers pushed through the cracks, trembling at first, then blooming with defiant color.
She never stayed to watch them grow. The land needed her elsewhere — where deserts had forgotten water, and seeds slept in sorrow. With every storm she birthed, she gave a piece of herself, her power fading like the setting sun.
Still, she smiled. For as long as rain touched the earth, the world would remember her name.
Eira, the Last Rainmaker.