Pink clouds swirl through gilded halls, like dreams cascading in a palace of forgotten fantasies.

Pink is always beautiful and unique even if it is a cloud

Each wisp of cloud carries echoes of lost memories, filling the palace with a sense of ethereal wonder and mystery.

The golden light dances on the walls, illuminating whispers of past elegance and untold stories.  
Each swirl of the clouds seems to breathe life into the memories long hidden within the palace’s ornate corridors.

Creativity is the process of making order from chaos.