A walk in the clouds

Once upon a time, they loved the stones that told their stories for thousands of years. Open books, for all those who cared to cross their way. Patience unlimited.

Now they stand at the other end of the spectrum, with clouds as their new medium. Showing signs that last for not more than a few moments. If you look up, its yours. If not, it never was.

And if you take a step forward, they embrace you with all the clouds that they can conjure up. Till there no more is a sign. Or space. Just a white blanket of nothingness. That show you the place, that all signs lead up to.

Surrounded in pure green. A magnificent waterfall. Dropping from the sky, with the force of heaven and hell put together. A roar so loud and yet if you step within, you can hear an absolute silence. Everything fades away. And you just are.

A walk in the clouds. Listening to voices that span distance and time. Voices that say nothing.

White. Empty. Perfect.