Water erupts from your palms in a glistening torrent, cool droplets scattering like shattered glass across the parched earth, swelling into a rushing stream that carves rivulets through cracked soil. Or, with a fierce clench, you summon a vortex that devours the nearby pond, its surface shrinking inward with slurping gurgles, leaving behind a barren crater of mud and exposed stones. The air thickens with mist or dries to a brittle hush, the choice yours in an instant.