A Walk In The Clouds [TESTED]

He walked for what felt like hours, or perhaps seconds, through a gallery of his own life. He saw the first archway he ever built, the stones shimmering in the mist. He saw the face of his wife as a young girl, her laughter rendered in a flurry of ice crystals.

Elias blinked. He was standing on the edge of the cliff in Oakhaven. The sun had fully risen, dissolving the Veil into nothing but morning dew. His boots were damp, and his lungs felt clearer than they had in years. A Walk In The Clouds

He looked down at his hands. They were still the hands of a stonemason, but tucked into his palm was a small, perfectly round pebble—not made of granite or flint, but of a white, translucent stone that felt as light as air. He walked for what felt like hours, or

As he moved further from the cliff, the world grew impossibly quiet. The sound of his own heartbeat became a rhythmic drum. Then, the clouds began to change. They didn't just swirl; they sculpted. Elias blinked