Describe your life in an alternate universe.
In an alternative universe, I live in a floating city above the clouds. Gravity works differently here — we don’t walk; we glide. The skies are streaked with glowing ribbons of color, and the sun never truly sets, only softens into hues of lavender and gold.
In this world, I am not who I am now. I’m a sky-cartographer, mapping the ever-shifting constellations and guiding airships through safe routes in the heavens. Instead of phones, we communicate using glowing crystals that hum with emotion. Music is a language, and everyone learns to sing before they learn to speak.
My closest friends aren’t human — they’re cloud-borne creatures that change shape based on your mood. I live in a glass tower filled with books that rewrite themselves depending on who’s reading. Time is fluid here — you can borrow a day from the future to rest, or lend one to someone in need.
In this universe, fear is rare and curiosity is endless. Love is not hidden in words but shines plainly in your aura. There is no war, no money — only trade, talent, and trust.
It’s peaceful. It’s strange. It’s mine.
And sometimes, when I look at the stars in this world, I wonder if somewhere, in some alternate sky, *
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