A Walk In The Clouds -

Finally, he reached a clearing in the vapor. Standing there was a small figure, her back to him, staring out at a horizon where the sun was beginning to burn through the haze, turning the white world into a sea of liquid gold.

He realized Clara was right. The clouds were a reservoir of the lost. A Walk In The Clouds

Elias tried to speak, but his throat was full of the heavy, cold mist. He reached out a calloused hand, his fingers trembling. As he touched her shoulder, the cloud beneath them began to thin. The weight of the world—the gravity he had lived by for fifty years—started to pull at his boots. "I can't stay, can I?" he managed to whisper. Finally, he reached a clearing in the vapor