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Cement clouds.
I left the house and stepped onto the dimly lit area illuminated by the flickering streetlights. I cast a tired glance at the sky, which was covered with heavy, burgundy-red clouds, and at the last rays of the setting sun, after which I confidently walked along the road. Somewhere to my left, a busy highway was bustling, cars were whizzing by, creating a strange dance of all colors and shades.
I was sure that the bluish outlines of a huge stadium, hidden in the evening shadows, were visible ahead. "I wonder when they managed to build it?" I thought, but I quickened my pace, intending to reach the building before nightfall. As I crossed another busy intersection, I bumped into an old man walking two dogs, it seemed to be a golden retriever in a beautiful green collar and an English bulldog.
Cement clouds.
Looking at my destination, I realized that I was late: darkness was rapidly approaching from all sides, enveloping everything in an impenetrable shroud of gloomy fog. Behind me, I heard the distant voices of people, and listening to them, I realized that I could not distinguish the words of their foreign dialect. "How strange!" I thought.
Intending to return home, I decided to take a shortcut and, having reached another intersection, I boldly turned right and set off along a long alley, shrouded in impenetrable darkness. A barely visible sandy path meandered between the towering trees, and the hum of cars gradually gave way to the cool rustle of the summer breeze. "How warm it is today!" I thought, taking off my winter jacket. A couple of minutes later, I realized that the jacket was no longer with me. "Too bad, where could I have lost it?" This strange thought kept bothering me, but I no longer wanted to go back.
Cement clouds.
Following the barely discernible path, I went further into the dark forest, which loomed ahead as an insurmountable, gloomy wall. Somewhere nearby, there should be the desired turn, but the foggy night made it impossible to see anything beyond a few steps. Behind the rows of trees, the outlines of a forest road appeared, along which silent trucks loaded with felled timber occasionally passed.
Suddenly, I noticed vague outlines of approaching figures ahead. "I wonder who they could be?" I thought with some fear, but I continued on my way. A few moments later, I met the old man and his dogs again. "What are they still doing here?" I wondered. "Do you happen to have a flashlight?" An unexpected question reached my ears. "In this world, you can't find the right way without a flashlight. And I left mine at home," the old man continued.
Cement clouds.
I wanted to answer him, but I realized that I would hardly be able to utter a word: the veil of this sweet dream seemed too weak to me. So I just nodded to him and took out my cell phone from my pocket. "Damn android, why is everything so inconvenient here!" I thought, trying hard to remember how to launch the right application and activate the backlight. "On an iPhone, everything is much simpler!"
Continuing to discuss the advantages of one or another model of mobile devices, I eventually managed to turn on the light. "Hopefully, it won't run out of battery!" I thought. The night fog dissipated, and, following the old man with his silent dogs, we reached a deserted mountain road, confidently heading upwards. Along the way, we had some casual conversations, and he allowed me to pet his dogs, who turned out to be very friendly. In particular, I remember the smooth fur of the retriever and the look of his green dog eyes, so sincere and full of kindness.
Cement clouds.
Finally, we reached the embankment, illuminated by the bright light of streetlights. Ahead, the first outlines of high-rise buildings, awakening from their night's sleep, appeared. The first rays of the sun broke through the thick veil of gloomy clouds, filling the world with crimson colors. We continued on our way, enjoying the beautiful sunrise and the shimmering reflections on the calm waters of the wide river, and ahead I finally saw.
I saw cement clouds.
Whole pieces of asphalt, concrete slabs, and walls of houses, under some incredible pressure, were boiling, melting, and flowing to the ground, forming murky, swampy puddles of gray shades. This boiling mass then began to swell, forming huge bubbles, which subsequently burst with characteristic sounds. Under the force of incredible pressure, the remnants of the boiling resin evaporated, forming whole streams of grayish air, rapidly turning into a gaseous state. The dark, impenetrable clouds then rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting strange reflections and shadows on the ground.
Soon, many people gathered on the embankment. On the faces of the unknown people, in their incomprehensible phrases, there was no fear or despair: on the contrary, they were sincerely happy with what was happening and enjoyed what they saw. Some of them held their hands under the streams of boiling metal and cement, others made lumps out of the swampy mass and threw them at each other, conveying an atmosphere filled with happiness and joy, for many miles around. "Isn't this dangerous?" I thought, watching this scene, and then realized that in this world, perhaps, everything is different.
"Cement clouds." - a distant voice of the old man, leading the dogs home, reached my ears. Then came a happy bark, which soon mixed with the cries of the jubilant crowd. And I just stood and watched, unable to take my eyes off the strange picture unfolding before me, and then confidently walked across the collapsing bridge, intending to return home on time.
I woke up from contemplating beautiful dreams and found myself in complete darkness again. Outside the window, I could barely hear the gusts of a powerful northern wind, trying to penetrate the room. And it became so warm and pleasant in my soul, as it had not been for a long time.
"What a wonderful dream," I thought. "It's a pity that in a couple of minutes I will never be able to remember its details. I would like to write about it in a thread on the forum." - making a last effort, I reached out with my heavy hand to the table and vaguely felt the outlines of a notebook and a pencil. With my last strength, I opened a random page and, before plunging back into the realm of Morpheus, I managed to write down only two words.
Cement clouds.
I left the house and stepped onto the dimly lit area illuminated by the flickering streetlights. I cast a tired glance at the sky, which was covered with heavy, burgundy-red clouds, and at the last rays of the setting sun, after which I confidently walked along the road. Somewhere to my left, a busy highway was bustling, cars were whizzing by, creating a strange dance of all colors and shades.
I was sure that the bluish outlines of a huge stadium, hidden in the evening shadows, were visible ahead. "I wonder when they managed to build it?" I thought, but I quickened my pace, intending to reach the building before nightfall. As I crossed another busy intersection, I bumped into an old man walking two dogs, it seemed to be a golden retriever in a beautiful green collar and an English bulldog.
Cement clouds.
Looking at my destination, I realized that I was late: darkness was rapidly approaching from all sides, enveloping everything in an impenetrable shroud of gloomy fog. Behind me, I heard the distant voices of people, and listening to them, I realized that I could not distinguish the words of their foreign dialect. "How strange!" I thought.
Intending to return home, I decided to take a shortcut and, having reached another intersection, I boldly turned right and set off along a long alley, shrouded in impenetrable darkness. A barely visible sandy path meandered between the towering trees, and the hum of cars gradually gave way to the cool rustle of the summer breeze. "How warm it is today!" I thought, taking off my winter jacket. A couple of minutes later, I realized that the jacket was no longer with me. "Too bad, where could I have lost it?" This strange thought kept bothering me, but I no longer wanted to go back.
Cement clouds.
Following the barely discernible path, I went further into the dark forest, which loomed ahead as an insurmountable, gloomy wall. Somewhere nearby, there should be the desired turn, but the foggy night made it impossible to see anything beyond a few steps. Behind the rows of trees, the outlines of a forest road appeared, along which silent trucks loaded with felled timber occasionally passed.
Suddenly, I noticed vague outlines of approaching figures ahead. "I wonder who they could be?" I thought with some fear, but I continued on my way. A few moments later, I met the old man and his dogs again. "What are they still doing here?" I wondered. "Do you happen to have a flashlight?" An unexpected question reached my ears. "In this world, you can't find the right way without a flashlight. And I left mine at home," the old man continued.
Cement clouds.
I wanted to answer him, but I realized that I would hardly be able to utter a word: the veil of this sweet dream seemed too weak to me. So I just nodded to him and took out my cell phone from my pocket. "Damn android, why is everything so inconvenient here!" I thought, trying hard to remember how to launch the right application and activate the backlight. "On an iPhone, everything is much simpler!"
Continuing to discuss the advantages of one or another model of mobile devices, I eventually managed to turn on the light. "Hopefully, it won't run out of battery!" I thought. The night fog dissipated, and, following the old man with his silent dogs, we reached a deserted mountain road, confidently heading upwards. Along the way, we had some casual conversations, and he allowed me to pet his dogs, who turned out to be very friendly. In particular, I remember the smooth fur of the retriever and the look of his green dog eyes, so sincere and full of kindness.
Cement clouds.
Finally, we reached the embankment, illuminated by the bright light of streetlights. Ahead, the first outlines of high-rise buildings, awakening from their night's sleep, appeared. The first rays of the sun broke through the thick veil of gloomy clouds, filling the world with crimson colors. We continued on our way, enjoying the beautiful sunrise and the shimmering reflections on the calm waters of the wide river, and ahead I finally saw.
I saw cement clouds.
Whole pieces of asphalt, concrete slabs, and walls of houses, under some incredible pressure, were boiling, melting, and flowing to the ground, forming murky, swampy puddles of gray shades. This boiling mass then began to swell, forming huge bubbles, which subsequently burst with characteristic sounds. Under the force of incredible pressure, the remnants of the boiling resin evaporated, forming whole streams of grayish air, rapidly turning into a gaseous state. The dark, impenetrable clouds then rose into the sky, obscuring the sun and casting strange reflections and shadows on the ground.
Soon, many people gathered on the embankment. On the faces of the unknown people, in their incomprehensible phrases, there was no fear or despair: on the contrary, they were sincerely happy with what was happening and enjoyed what they saw. Some of them held their hands under the streams of boiling metal and cement, others made lumps out of the swampy mass and threw them at each other, conveying an atmosphere filled with happiness and joy, for many miles around. "Isn't this dangerous?" I thought, watching this scene, and then realized that in this world, perhaps, everything is different.
"Cement clouds." - a distant voice of the old man, leading the dogs home, reached my ears. Then came a happy bark, which soon mixed with the cries of the jubilant crowd. And I just stood and watched, unable to take my eyes off the strange picture unfolding before me, and then confidently walked across the collapsing bridge, intending to return home on time.
I woke up from contemplating beautiful dreams and found myself in complete darkness again. Outside the window, I could barely hear the gusts of a powerful northern wind, trying to penetrate the room. And it became so warm and pleasant in my soul, as it had not been for a long time.
"What a wonderful dream," I thought. "It's a pity that in a couple of minutes I will never be able to remember its details. I would like to write about it in a thread on the forum." - making a last effort, I reached out with my heavy hand to the table and vaguely felt the outlines of a notebook and a pencil. With my last strength, I opened a random page and, before plunging back into the realm of Morpheus, I managed to write down only two words.
Cement clouds.
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