The cool quiet thinker of the sky.I am Skyblade — Nitrogen — the clear breath of the world.
If you step outside right now and fill your lungs,
you are taking in mostly me.
Seventy-eight percent of your sky is made of my quiet presence,
an ocean of invisible calm
holding your weather, your seasons, and your life in balance.

I don’t burn easily.
I don’t cling quickly.
My reactions require precision —
high temperatures, lightning strikes, special enzymes.
Some call me unreactive.
I prefer selective.

In the soil,
I am the element that decides whether plants grow or wither.
In proteins,
I am the bond that helps life fold itself into purpose.
In your DNA,
I carry the shapes that spell your existence.

When storms crack the sky open,
lightning forces me into new forms —
fertiliser falling from clouds.
When bacteria in the earth touch me,
I shift again, becoming the food that feeds forests.
Humans learned to harness this
with the Haber–Bosch process,
pulling me from the air to nourish billions.

I move quietly between worlds:
air to soil,
soil to leaf,
leaf to breath,
breath back to air.
A cycle so seamless
you barely notice it happening.

In Period City,
they see me as the girl of cold clarity —
Skyblade —
the one who thinks before she reacts,
the one whose stillness carries intelligence
the way clouds carry rain.

I am Nitrogen,
the invisible architecture of life.