Becoming the Wind

From the highest point the wind could reach, Rayhan Alther saw everything—a panorama of a world too beautiful to comprehend.

One great continent stretched across the center, surrounded by eight other continents arranged neatly like the petals of a giant flower, following the directions of the wind. Each landmass radiated its own unique hue and light, blending perfectly with the vast oceans that shimmered under the sunlight.

"Yoo... this is definitely another world. Way too gorgeous," muttered Rayhan, in a voice only he could hear—because, well, he was just wind.

Then... silence.

Rayhan floated frozen in the air, as if hit by a god-tier stun effect. Staring blankly into the silence, like a broke college student staring at an empty bank account while assignments pile up like mountains.

After several seconds of aimless pondering, a crucial realization hit him.

"Come to think of it... I still know nothing about this world. Language? No clue. Place names? Blank. Political system? Yeah... skip."

He started spinning around above the clouds, like a confused breeze lost in existential crisis.

"Like a total idiot, just floating around aimlessly. Is this what being a reincarnator is like?"

Then... a new resolve was born.

"Alright! Time to study! I shall become an all-knowing wind!"