Dunes of Alabaster

White dunes of vapor roll across the sun-struck horizon. A puffy, carpeted canopy separates the heavens, two worlds shared but divided from each other. Complex shapes with soft edges expand, shift, and dance all so smoothly to an unseen current. Darkening hues of royal blue reach upwards to an invisible edge. On this side of the divide, it’s always sunny. Columns evaporate from sight, an ever-changing scene that solicits calm, now easily lost. Daydreaming, adrift in distant worlds, as wafts of mist break quietly and morph away, all witnessed from a small portal, 21A.

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