You open your eyes to a dazzling sky of endless blue, dotted with the faintest wisps of white. There’s no ground beneath you, no walls around you, only the soft, buoyant sensation of being cradled by something impossibly light. A gentle breeze brushes against your cheeks, carrying the faint scent of rain and blooming flowers. You realize you’re floating—floating on a soft, white cloud.
The cloud beneath you is unlike anything you’ve ever touched. It’s not cold or wet like mist; instead, it feels like a pillow woven from the finest silk, whispering against your skin with every shift of your body. It seems to mold itself perfectly to your form, ensuring comfort beyond anything earthly.
As you look around, the world below unfolds like a patchwork quilt. Rivers glisten like silver threads, forests are a deep, velvety green, and mountains rise like jagged jewels. You can see tiny towns with their rooftops glinting in the sunlight, their inhabitants moving about like ants unaware of your serene perch in the heavens.
The cloud drifts lazily, carrying you higher and farther. It’s not just a ride—it feels like an invitation, a silent promise of adventure. You lie back, letting the sun warm your face. With each passing moment, the sense of weightlessness grows stronger, and a feeling of peace washes over you.
In the distance, other clouds appear, forming a soft, floating archipelago. Some are golden from the sunlight, others tinged pink and lavender, as if painted by an artist at dusk. Birds glide effortlessly between them, their songs echoing faintly in the open air. One of them—a sparrow, small and swift—darts toward you and pauses for a moment, hovering nearby as if to greet you. Then, with a chirp, it continues its journey, disappearing into the horizon.
The cloud begins to ascend, higher into the sky where the air is cooler and crisper. Suddenly, you notice a faint shimmer in the atmosphere. The cloud passes through it like a curtain, and the world around you transforms. You’re now floating amidst stars, their silvery light shimmering in a gentle dance. The vast expanse of space feels welcoming rather than overwhelming. It’s as if the universe itself has paused to cradle you, just as the cloud has.
You stretch out your hand, and a star drifts close, hovering just above your palm. It feels warm, pulsing with a soft energy, and when you hold it closer, it bursts gently into tiny sparkling fragments that surround you like fireflies.
The cloud begins to hum softly, a melody so soothing it feels like a lullaby. You close your eyes and let the sound wrap around you, sinking deeper into this surreal world. Time seems to slow. You can’t tell whether minutes or hours pass, and it doesn’t matter. All you know is that you are weightless, free, and utterly content.
When you open your eyes again, the cloud has brought you back to the earth. It lowers itself gently, as if reluctant to let you go. The softness beneath you disappears, replaced by the solidity of the ground, but the tranquility lingers in your heart. You look up, watching the cloud drift away, carrying with it the promise of another adventure.
As you walk away, you realize the world seems a little brighter, the air a little sweeter. The memory of floating on that soft, white cloud stays with you, like a secret treasure you can revisit whenever life feels heavy.
For a brief moment, you wonder if it was a dream. But the faint scent of rain and the whisper of silk on your skin tell you otherwise. You smile, knowing the sky is always waiting.
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