Sighing in wonder

Mountains reach high as the clouds

It's reality

Last night I had what was possibly my favorite dream ever. Simplistic, but great. Anyways, I seemed to be taking a boat ride--but this was no ordinary boat. We were riding in the sky. On the way we discovered (literally) flying fish, floating islands, and one giant obelisk. When I woke up, I remember thinking, "Dammit, I wanna go back!"  And, ah, if that were reality... Gwah, I would love it. This has been more of a rant than an explanation of my inspiration, hasn't it?

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