Fluffy White Clouds
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
(Welcome to this world) a fluid expanse of data gridswhere sets of informationtravel the same fabric they weave a reality of soundsshapes and shimmersbehind the…