The whole cloud felt like wet salty sea. Somehow it made me believe that we could definitely fly within the clouds. Life isn't that bad up here. Human called living beyond the sky as death. I wonder. After all, having an eternal life would make death seems meaningless.
Or there's more meaning to death than I would ever imagine.
"Young miss," called Veann, waking me up from my deep bright slumber.
Hmmm.. Why would I ever dream of bright stuff? I opened my eyes and the only light in my room was the candles by the corners. I glanced at the curtains and ordered the windows to be opened. Veann followed my instruction like a dog. The night breeze passed through my skin. It itches but at the same time more soothing than anything else.
