The Land Hidden in The Clouds🔊

Once upon a time, nestled between the rugged peaks of the Valley of the Lost, hid a mystical land, invisible to the naked eye. The land was wrapped in a perennial blanket of thick white clouds, hence, earning the name - 'The Land Hidden in The Clouds.'

In an otherwise buzzing sea-side town of Alderidge, where the whispers of adventure wafted with the salty sea breeze, lived a young bloke named Christopher. The townsfolk knew Christopher as a dreamer, an inventor and a man obsessed with the idea of flying. His bedroom, transformed into a chaotic haven of mechanical curiosities, housed an assortment of gears, springs, tools, and multiple models of what seemed like peculiar machines, which he called 'flying contraptions'.

One day, Christopher stumbled upon an ancient parchment while snooping in his great-grandfather's attic. The parchment illustrated a detailed account of The Land Hidden in The Clouds, a daring tale woven by his own ancestry. Enticed and inspired by the undocumented mystery that lay beyond the protective barrier of the clouds, Christopher, entranced with a spirit of adventure, prepared himself for the journey that loomed ahead.

With ecstatic enthusiasm fuelling his every move, Christopher began creating his most ambitious invention yet - a flying machine capable of piercing through the clouds. Days turned into nights, as he tinkered away, fueled by his great ambition and a pot of black tea. After many trials and errors, the machine was finally ready, a beautiful harmony of metal, wood and cloth, christened 'The Cloud-Hopper' by Christopher.

On a cool, breezy morning, with the scent of the sea permeating the air, Christopher set out on his journey, his heart racing with adrenaline. As The Cloud-Hopper ascended past the emerald canopy of Alderidge, his home became a dwindling cluster of dots, and the clouds appeared less intimidating. He maneuvered through the cloud bed, which was as thick as marshmallows yet as transient as morning mist.

Just as the ancient parchment had claimed, beyond the marshmallow clouds awaited a land of ethereal beauty. The Land Hidden in The Clouds was an extraordinary spectacle of towering crystal-clear waterfalls plunging into luminescent rivers, vast fields of bioluminescent flowers spreading a carnival of colours under the moon and magical creatures, previously thought to be mere legends, frolicking freely. Christopher was mesmerised, the scene was better than anything he could have ever dreamt of.

Over time, Christopher forged friendships with the residents of this unique land, creatures of various shapes and sizes, the Skyler dragons being his favourite with their shimmering scales and their striking eyes that held secrets of time. He learnt their language, embraced their customs and relished their delicious, exotic food. Life had taken a turn Christopher had only imagined in his wildest dreams.

Months passed as Christopher made The Land Hidden in The Clouds his second home, documenting everything about that beautiful paradise so that he could share it with the world. One day, the Cloud Land's council of Elders approached him. They were concerned about the outside world knowing their secrets, posing a threat to their peaceful existence. Weighed down by their pleas, Christopher solemnly promised to keep their secret, guarding the magical land's existence with his life.

With a heavy heart but a content soul, Christopher returned to Aledridge, leaving his friends and the extraordinary land behind. The tales he now shared were those of braving storms and cloud montains, carefully omitting the magical land. Christopher spent his days heartfeltly crafting mythical tales, carving intricate figures of creatures he had once befriended, only to be mesmerised as he recalled the vivid memories of his unprecedented adventure in The Land Hidden in The Clouds.