We used to walk on the clouds…

..and one day, not knowing how or why, we fell into one. It was misty white and smelled of moist. We were in the Kingdom of Rain and lived there ever since, nesting, cooking, trying to keep our feet warm, until recently when, by arts of secret and ancient magic, we remembered how to fly. Above the clouds the sun shines, we promise you.

Vitosha (Sofia)