Sometimes, it feels like the clouds are floating beneath my feet.
The colors in the sky assure me I've been here before, even when I haven't.
I take steps on pathways made of whispers, never seeing them until I've passed through.
Did you feel the breeze from the butterfly's wings?
Sometimes, the stars tell tales of places we've never been but know too well.
Walking in the sky, I guess I'm an invisible traveler.
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