As he gazed out into the evening sky, the light of the setting sun hit the clouds just right. The milky white cotton candy in the sky had turned fiery red on the bottom as if glowing coal was keeping it afloat. It was one of those rare evenings when the spectacle of light could make you dream just about anything. And there he was, while dogs were barking in the distance, a drunk yelling at the lantern outside his window, and sirens echoing in between the buildings, ignoring it all. He looked upward as if enchanted, imagining what lay beyond the illustrious fluff of the sky. Why believe the boring truth that a cloud was merely condensed water particles awaiting nothing more than to rain down on our heads again? Why, when we have the power to imagine the story of a glorious, ever-sunny, and peaceful floating kingdom. A place we desire and maybe deserve if we would finally rid ourselves of this envious greed that has become a human creed. He held his gaze, but the cloud slowly faded, yet hope remained that our species could make it, even without a kingdom in the sky.
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