Guide — Cloud Meadow

She stepped through.

She was back in the pasture. The mundane grass was wet under her boots. The Guide in her hands now showed a new illustration: a small human figure standing in a field of blue, a staff in one hand, a net of pure, empty air in the other. cloud meadow guide

The old leather-bound book had no title on the spine, just a faded smudge where gold leaf used to be. Inside, the first page simply read: The Cloud Meadow Guide. She stepped through

At dusk, the meadow folds itself up like a letter. You must be back through the gate, or you will drift into the High Stratus, where the sheep go to dream, and no one ever finds their way home. a staff in one hand