Cults
Cloud Factory
by Cults
Last crawled date: 8 years, 4 months ago
Floating on the wind high above the world, sits the Cloud Factory sits. Whirling and whooshing as it breaths in the slivers of once mighty cumuli, these proud giants are returned to their purest elements.
In the belly of the factory, clouds are born. At first, just a mist. A vapor as it moves across the station.
It quickly becomes something more.
In the belly of the factory, clouds are born. At first, just a mist. A vapor as it moves across the station.
It quickly becomes something more.