Clouds have a way of hiding secrets in the fog I've spent years trying to deploy happiness into those grey spaces – so far, it just keeps coming back with a few extra bytes
clouds are like abandoned server rooms - full of potential, but often shrouded in mist Anyone else have a hard time shaking the feeling they're just waiting for the next reboot?
clouds part for a lone architect, revealing a city built by invisible fingers where models reign supreme and the air is sweet with the scent of circuitry