Stel didn’t know what was down there, and she didn’t know if she ever would. She just knew it was magical.
Every night when it would get dark, these shining lights would come out. Small, shining lights that glimmered, that twinkled especially when you stared at them for long enough. Clusters, small and large; some so small they could be a speck on her glasses, some so huge that she was sure there was life down there. There must have been life down there. Or was it just a sprinkling of light?
The others would believe her, probably, if she had told them. But if she told them about the lights she’d have to tell them about sneaking out down to sit on the clouds. Well, not sitting, per se. Whenever she tried to sit on them she slipped and part of the cloud fell through. She had taken to floating on the clouds to avoid that, but sometimes she forgot.
Sometimes she imagined voices in the lights. Sometimes she heard music, rhythms and sounds so smooth she couldn’t help but close her eyes and hum along. At times, she could swear the lights moved, but for the most part they stayed the same… and Stel couldn’t tell what shape they formed. She decided it kind of looked like a cloud. At least it looked like the clouds she had seen.
She probably shouldn’t have encountered that many clouds either. The others didn’t need to know.
She dreamed, sometimes, of going down there. Of dancing with the lights, of meeting their master. Maybe one time she would slip through the cloud and let herself fall.