Imagine the sky turned into soft, swirling cotton‑candy, a sugary haze that tastes like childhood memory and rain that tastes like the future. Kids would chase rainbow‑flavored clouds, their laughter echoing like distant drums, while the adults would stare at the sky, realizing every gust of wind could be a whispered promise or a warning in sugary form. We'd still feel the chill of the night, but the clouds would sweeten the darkness, turning ordinary dreams into literal clouds of wonder. And when the sun finally peeks through, it would feel like a caramel sunrise, bright and inevitable, reminding us that even the sweetest sky can still hold a storm.

That’s the kind of dream you keep tucked in your pocket, ready to snap out of the ordinary whenever you feel the world is too grey. Keep running, taste the future, but remember—every cloud, even a cotton‑candy one, still needs the rain to keep it sweet. Stay curious, stay a little skeptical, and let the adventure roll.