Inspiration from Three Prompts & Write a World Imagined from an Illustration. Vol. 41 (Short Short) The Sheep Cloud Inn and the Unforgettable Memory of the Wind

A sensation of my body floating in mid-air.

I am currently traveling through a sky I have never seen before, riding in a colorful hot air balloon.

This must be a dream.

Suddenly, a massive cluster of clouds appeared, blocking my view.

It was made of layers upon layers of fluffy, sheep-shaped clouds, towering like a castle.

On the sign, written in glowing letters, were the words "Sheep Cloud Hotel"

The sheep clouds surrounding it reflected light in rainbow colors, a sight so mystical it left me speechless.

"Where on earth do I enter?"

I gripped the edge of the balloon and looked around, searching for an entrance.

As the balloon approached a layer of clouds that looked like a hotel terrace, I made up my mind and jumped onto the soft-looking sheep cloud.

I expected it to sink, but the cloud gently caught my body and began to move as if sliding.

Guided by a small sheep cloud, I was invited inside the hotel.

The interior of the hotel was surrounded by walls like cotton candy and filled with a mysterious warmth.

When I looked down from the window, I could see a small light glowing far below.

It was a cute shop called "Moon Rabbit Bakery".

A rabbit father was showing freshly baked, fragrant bread to a small rabbit child.

The parent and child looked at each other and smiled happily.

That heartwarming scene warmed my heart as well.

When I left the hotel, I stopped by that bakery.

I bought a moon-shaped bread that the rabbit father handed me, saying, "This is my top recommendation."

When I took a bite, a gentle sweetness and warmth spread through my mouth, and I felt truly happy from the bottom of my heart.

As I walked, soaking in the lingering feeling of happiness, I came upon a mysterious place.

It seems to be called the "Passageway of Memories and Sparkling Wind."

Particles of light sparkled as they rode the wind, flowing just like a river.

Within that sparkle, the memories of various people emerged as fleeting scenes before vanishing.

Memories of a family laughing happily, figures working earnestly on something, and even a slightly painful memory of a farewell.

There were precious memories that must not be forgotten, as well as memories one might wish to forget, all certainly existing there.

Good memories and bad memories alike, everything became part of this sparkling wind, flowing toward tomorrow.

After passing through the passageway of sparkling wind, the sky gradually began to brighten.

With the pleasant fatigue of the dream world and a definite warmth in my heart, I quietly headed home.

It is about time to wake up from this gentle slumber.

While keeping the mysterious light of the Sheep Cloud Hotel in my mind's eye.

Fin.

※This novel is a work of fiction.
The things and people that appear do not exist.

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