48 Weather

 As dawn broke over Iran on February 25, 2025, the nation awoke to a tapestry of weather patterns, each city telling its own story through the language of the skies. Tehran: A Chilly Embrace In the capital, Tehran, the day began with a crisp chill. The sun, veiled by a thin layer of clouds, cast a muted glow over the city. Temperatures hovered around 32°F (0°C), with a forecasted high of 37°F (3°C) and a low of 26°F (-3°C). The wind whispered through the streets, adding a bite to the air. Residents bundled up in scarves and coats, their breath visible in the morning air. Isfahan: Sunlit Serenity To the south, Isfahan basked in the warmth of a clear sky. The day commenced with temperatures at 39°F (4°C), climbing to a high of 45°F (7°C) and dipping to a low of 19°F (-7°C). The sun's rays illuminated the intricate architecture of the city, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. The Zayanderud River glistened under the sunlight, its surface reflecting the vibrant colors of t...

 The weather had changed overnight, plunging the town of Hollowmere into an unnatural chill. The sky was a heavy shade of gray, the wind whispering through the empty streets like an omen. Nathaniel Voss stood by his window, watching the storm gather over the cliffs. He had seen storms before, but this one felt different—calculated, as if something unseen was stirring beneath it. His fingers traced the edge of an old letter , one he had received just a day ago. The ink was hurried, the words smudged as if written in fear. "Meet me at the observatory before the storm arrives. You have to see this." The signature at the bottom was familiar—Dr. Elias Thorne, a man who had vanished five years ago. Nathaniel’s gut twisted. If Thorne was reaching out now, it could only mean one thing: the storm wasn’t natural. He grabbed his coat and stepped into the cold. The path to the observatory was treacherous, winding along the edge of the cliffs. Waves crashed violently against the rocks b...