Surviving Armageddon

35. Whispers In The Sky

Noah's bewildered voice echoed through the boundless expanse of the cloud-filled realm. The wall-less room seemed suspended in the sky. It was a surreal environment where the laws of gravity didn't apply. As he took a step forward, clouds billowed beneath his feet, creating a sensation both ethereal and unnerving.

The sky above him stretched infinitely. It was an ever-shifting canvas of hues that ranged from delicate colours to deep, mysterious blues. Noah's gaze darted around, attempting to grasp the surreal nature of his surroundings. "Why am I not falling?" he pondered aloud, his voice swallowed by the vastness of the cloudy abyss.

The air carried a peculiar stillness. It was broken only by Noah's footsteps resonating through the unseen boundaries of the sky chamber. Each step left a faint imprint on the clouds, as if the very essence of the sky responded to his presence. His senses tingled with a mixture of awe and anxiety, an unspoken tension that clung to the air like a cloak.

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