The Bong Cloud Now

Maya stumbled back, tears on her face. But they weren't sad tears. They were the tears of someone who had just seen their own soul's blueprint.

The cloud lunged.

"That's not a lie," Mr. Elara said, leaning on his mop. "That's a possibility . A big, scary, beautiful one. The cloud doesn't show you what will happen. It shows you what could , if you stop being afraid of the clay." the bong cloud

"Good job," he said.

"It's a Bong Cloud," Mr. Elara said, not bothering to hide it. "Don't touch it unless you're ready." Maya stumbled back, tears on her face

He wasn't supposed to be here. The greenhouse was condemned. But Mr. Elara had a key, and the Bong Cloud had a secret: it could show you things. Not the future, not the past, but the potential . The quiet what-ifs. The cloud lunged

"What is that?" she whispered, eyes wide.