Across the sea, beyond the horizon, lives a man. His job was very important. He lived in a small house on an island. Everyday, he'd start his day by making clouds. It was not easy.
First, he had to find the most perfect cotton: soft enough to feel nothing, and light enough to take flight. He weaves it, and in a matter of seconds, it's a cloud.
Lately, the Cloudmaker has been feeling rather ill. He had no one to care for him, for he was alone on the island. He was so sick, he coughed on a cloud he had woven; turning it into a gray, horrid, and aggressive cloud. He named it Cumulonimbus. When he released him, he thrashed out of the Cloudmaker's hands, bumping into other clouds and causing flashes of light.
The next day, the Cloudmaker felt cured. He was so happy. He wove a large, strong and glorious cloud. He names this cloud Nimbus. He sent Nimbus to stop Cumulonimbus from causing storms and lightning storms. Nimbus left, and his quest starts.
written by Carlos Gemperle
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