Show us your clouds. Both sides. Now. In whatever form you choose.

“Imagine you find a kaleidoscope. You put it up to your eye, and point it to the sky. You twist it into the light. What do you see? Use either story or poem or words or image or art to bring us into the colorful world of your tumbling tube.”

Through the glass, the sky shatters—

Sapphire, emerald, gold spill and swirl,
patterns bloom, dissolve, reform.

Twist, twist—light bends,
chaos and symmetry collide.

For a moment, infinity glows in my hands.

“Tell us a fairy tale about magic, enchantment and mythical beasts.”

In a hidden realm, the Celestial Tree bore golden fruit that granted great power. A young sorceress, Elara, ventured there to break a curse on her village.
Guarding the tree was a dragon. “Only the pure-hearted may take its fruit,” he warned. Seeing her selfless intent, he let her pass.
With a single spell, she shattered the curse and restored peace. The Enchanted Vale vanished once more, waiting for the next worthy soul.

Say “There has been a murder” in a Scottish Accent