The Last Flight of Santiago Borja

Yo, Santiago, the sigma pilot with fifteen years of sky vibes, embarking on the Guayaquil to Miami skibidi trip. A chill night, cruising at 37,000 feet when outta nowhere, the storm hits like a goon. Lightning flashing, the cockpit lights flickering, lowkey chaos ensues. But I am not just another edge lord; I grab the controls, stabilize the Boeing 767, and ride it out. Moments later, we break through to clear skies. I snap a pic of the epic storm cloud, a dank sight like no other. That shot? Total viral ship, showcasing nature’s wild side and reminding the world to respect the skies.