[ The clouds were... strange. Whimsical, even. Like it was sunset, despite the time of day it was here being distinctly nebulous.
Against his better judgement, though, he stepped into the cloud.
While he'd winced, he was given great pause when he stepped across the threshold. Inside the cloud was something that he'd never expected to see: a quaint, English cottage, reminding him of something not unlike his grandmother's, but with an air of dignity to it. The air was remote, but not rural, as though it were just outside of a city, and a garden, not teeming with flowers but neatly-tended and arranged just so, invited both his and the Outsider's steps as they drew nearer. A front door, made of a deep, rich peltogyne, looked more welcoming than it had any right to.
He was breathless. And, in a temporary moment that let his skepticism slip, he stepped forward, mouth hung ever-so-slightly open, and spoke. ]
What... is this? It's... [ He trailed off, as if he couldn't even begin to know what to say about it. ]
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Against his better judgement, though, he stepped into the cloud.
While he'd winced, he was given great pause when he stepped across the threshold. Inside the cloud was something that he'd never expected to see: a quaint, English cottage, reminding him of something not unlike his grandmother's, but with an air of dignity to it. The air was remote, but not rural, as though it were just outside of a city, and a garden, not teeming with flowers but neatly-tended and arranged just so, invited both his and the Outsider's steps as they drew nearer. A front door, made of a deep, rich peltogyne, looked more welcoming than it had any right to.
He was breathless. And, in a temporary moment that let his skepticism slip, he stepped forward, mouth hung ever-so-slightly open, and spoke. ]
What... is this? It's... [ He trailed off, as if he couldn't even begin to know what to say about it. ]