“Clouds looked different from above. They peaked and valleyed like a landscape, their hollows purple with unshed water, summits blazing white and pink in the last flares of the evening sun. Knolls and mesas went wispy at the edges, trailing off into the blue sky like smoke and breaking the illusion of solidity that almost made it seem the plane could put its wheels down and land.” SkyCloudsFlyingSolidityInk Blood Sister ScribeEmma TörzsMesasKnollsWispy Book:Ink Blood Sister Scribe Source: Ink Blood Sister Scribe