Firmament 0802 — A Cosmic Glow

A slowly roiling nebula laps at the edges of the low-hanging firmament. Step into it, and it will hold you aloft. This is a rift into a new world that has not yet taken shape.

When entering the glowing cloud, it is hard to breathe, but it quickly tries to adjust to accommodate the needs of those within it. It wishes to share the delight of making new things, seeing new worlds come to be. Interlopers are shown scenes from their memory as interpreted by the cloud as being times of warmth and comfort, and are allowed to wander among them endlessly — and unless they express a desire to leave, the wandering may well be endless, as the cloud loves the company of others. When a being within does wish to leave, they are lifted back to the firmament’s edge in an instant.

The cloud is playful, and will imitate the habits of those within it – especially in the creation of new objects. Artists, cooks, and craftspeople hold its attention. It has a whole universe of material to mimic them with. It struggles to recall written language, however, and will reproduce all images of it in some way incomprehensible, readable only as babble if at all.

If a being brings harm to another within the nebula cloud, they find the surface they stand on no longer solid, and are dropped from the sky three miles above the earth. It will hear no justifications.