When that day arrives, oceans will forget the appearance of waves, life will forget how to die, flames will not remember how to burn, wind will stop flowing, and clouds will fall from the sky to the sea —— it is the final curtain of the world's descent, that exiled, from beyond the world, coldly stares at the existence of the Shelter, so percipient of the future of all things.
Around the world, clouds are falling from the sky — or more strictly speaking, a "layer" that includes the "element" of "clouds" is synchronously dropping in altitude.
The falling clouds resemble another flowing sea, gradually closing in overhead, with some lower parts extending to the ground or the sea surface, forming a misty veil, while more of it floats hundreds or even tens of meters above people's heads. The layering of the sky stops at this height and continues in an extremely slow and nearly imperceptible "descent" process.
