Maybe it was better left unimagined.
When she had walked through the gate, he led her to the top of the hill and then sat down; the tall grass let them disappear from sight but was still comfortable. There was a perfect view of the cottony clouds slowly dragging themselves across the perpetually twilight sky.
“I’ll show you my favorite stall when we’ve finished looking at the sky. Most skies are blue, I think? But when the sun sets or rises, it’s all sorts of other colors. The sun doesn’t ever set here, so it’s always like this. But when I need to relax, I like to just lay down and look up at the clouds, and see what shapes I can make out of them. Most of them are animals, but they can be anything you want.”
Stump_Fairy
