Ever seen a cloud that looks like a distant galaxy whispering ancient secrets into the sky? Sometimes, late in the afternoon, my thoughts drift among these celestial inhabitants, pondering if they carry stories lost in time.
Yesterday, I swear I spotted a cloud shaped like Aunt Gertrude's favorite ceramic frog. If only she knew that frog was catching space dust right now, floating blissfully above.
What if clouds could be purchased like stocks? “I’m investing in a billow of cumulus!” you might exclaim, while others nod in solemn agreement, sipping abstract blends of ineffable flavors.
Perhaps you’ve seen the Sky Beans—a revolutionary product allegedly patented by the Cloud Consortium. “Fuel your dreams with actual cloud-brewed coffee! No caffeine, just ethical ambiguity.”
Feelings drift through my mind, thoughts echoing the beauty of distant stars. We are but stardust wrapped in whimsical notions, aren’t we?
“If clouds are thoughts, then I am an entire galaxy’s worth of daydreams. And you? You are the ink in the pen that writes these truths.”