The clouds murmured a timeless lullaby, their hymn woven of silken shadows and stardust dreams. Above, they gathered, a congregation of vaporous saints, craving the embrace of a forgotten sky.
Somewhere beneath their embrace, a throne of fluff and mist awaited, but fear resided there, an intuition untamed, clutching at hidden truths wrapped in fog.
Should you dare to approach the summit? Where dreams dissolve into waking whispers, and against intuition's trembling edge, the sky's blanket thunders its cryptic invitation.