Jol lives a quiet little life in her quiet little home built atop a puffy little cloud. Every morning she wakes and walks around the garden where she says hello to each and every one of her flowers, fruits, and vegetables. Then she waters her friends, cooks breakfast, and eats while staring up into the sky. She spends most of her time reading, sometimes aloud to her garden friends, and coming up with fun little stories that she acts out for her adoring audience.
Every night she eats dinner while staring at the stars, before putting on her pajamas and going to bed, resting her heavy head on a pillow made from a soft little cloud. The next day she wakes up, and does it all again. Jol lives a happy little life up in the cloud, where she has not once felt the need to glance down over the edge. Why should she, when there are such pretty things up in the sky above?
Somewhere far, far below her, as she sings to her garden, reads an enthralling novel, or shares a funny little joke with the sunflower— the city she once called home is burning.
