At the beginning there must always be a before, therefore at the end, there must always be an after. So we start at the beginning and move forwards to our inevitable end. Scales roar through the sky the wind pressure emanating around the beast and the propulsion coming from the lightly skinned wings seemed to echo throughout the valley. The clouds were lost, their path lost and their journey becoming ever longer upon the blue and purple sky. A last roar erupted as the creature moved out of sight and our gaze moves downwards towards the valley. Deep upon the horizon stood a gigantic building, one that seemed to sway within the breeze. Within quite literally in fact as you could see the swirls of the wind wrapping around the building. Many of the deep blue lines connected together, though their force had no will against the structure. It swayed, it nearly fell, yet it stood proudly. Have you ever wanted to touch the wind? See structures so ridiculous actually work and be in a castle as the colourful wind tries to battle with it. Feeling the walls, floor and each part of the structure bend to any conceived lengths and you having to try and stay within that structure.
Such is that of dreams, dreams is what make our realities come true, without dreams what would we be? Boring and just like everyone else, they are what make us individual, what allows us to better ourselves and also to not become too focused upon reality. Reality itself is a concept of distinct misunderstanding, there is so much that is unknown about it, how can we actually say that we know anything about it at all? Arrogant are such who think to know what is unknowable, how tiny we really are yet, in this land, within this new place maybe reality will take a back seat and the impossible will be made possible.
So now we head into a land within the sky, within a single atom of a droplet of rain. Living within the deepest part of the brightest, white cloud. The smallest of lands, but the land of dreams, the land of impossibility, impossibility made into reality and everything you can imagine and so much more lives within this place, living in peace.
Though every cloud has to go black eventually and how will this one droplet of rain be affected by the darkness that lays ahead?
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The Sky Dwellers
FantasyFor the people of the sky, peace has always been a natural way of life, yet deep within the clouds, deep within the very atoms themselves blossomed life. For creatures giant and tiny, this land was the birth of dreams. They gave life to the very dre...
