Nimbus Clearsky's life seems to be as grey as the stormy clouds above. He longed for the lightning that not only illuminated the sky, but the one that pierced through the grey existence. The rain pounded upon the gazebo as he closed his empty eyes. When he opened them once more, he sat upon a vast plain, no longer in the world he once knew.

(Citation: The cover photo is from Paranormal.com. I claim no ownership of the picture)