Imagine if clouds could talk. What would you want to hear from the buoyant fluff whisperers? Maybe a whisper, “Hey, the sky looks good on you!” or perhaps an echoing elder advice that starts with, “In my day...”
Some days, I look like these clouds. Ever-changing hues, shadows, and those little glimpses where sunbeams break through just to tease. If you ask me, that’s a kind of oracle, revealing truths in its fleeting patterns.
Now, bring out your inner sky reader. Can you spot the dragon sailing east, or is it the peacock of daybreak? Sometimes, instead of answers, oracles delight in riddles. Let's pretend these wispy giants have a story for us—one that requires us to scribble our own margins.
For a closer read on this ethereal dialogue, listen to the wind at Mirage's Song. Or perhaps venture to the Wisp Dancer following the oracle’s ghostly ballet.