112 On The Clouds

I am, again, in a dream. But even upon realizing it, there's still no means of escape, and I have no choice but to be a mere spectator. I can't go awake. 

The setting this time is different. I can't seem to be sure whether I am still in the center realm as I'm standing on a balcony, overlooking the sky and the thicket of clouds. 

The radiant sun feels so near that I may touch it when I leap off this balcony. But when I fall, would the clouds catch me? 

I can't see what's underneath, but I know that we're high above the ground. This place looks like a renaissance castle, a castle in the air. But why am I here? 

I can't move nor open my mouth to speak. Continuously, I stared ahead of me at the sun that's already setting. The sky changes color from a soft blue to a lavishly red and orange. Time must be running quicker than usual, and I caught the sky changing moods in just seconds.