Translated from RU
I walk through a city that floats in the sky. The buildings are made of glass and growing crystals, and the streets are bridges of light. People fly between them on transparent umbrellas, as if the wind obeys them. In the distance, a giant tree hangs, its roots sinking into the clouds, and its leaves shimmer like the northern lights. When I look up, I see that there is no sky above it all—only endless water, and beneath the surface, jellyfish the size of houses drift by.
