Nefilabata

Nefilabata

(n.) lit. "cloud walker"; one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination, or one who does not obey by the conventions of society literature, or art.

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It's not everyday you go for a stroll in your local park and you find a boy walking on clouds.

Or at least, thats what it looked like from my little spot here in Sina Park.

He was floating, drifting on the horizon, tan skin contrasting with the pastel pinks and deep blues of the sunset.

It was magnificent, he was floating gently on the skyline, just standing. Motionless. I don't think he noticed all of the people gathering around him. A sight like this in a boring little park like ours, it was like, like, well it was indescribable.

And so was he.

He didn't notice, back turned perpetually toward us, head tilted towards the sky.

From this position, it seemed as if he were in a dreamlike state.

He seemed like a dream too.

I felt like I was in a dream.

"He was flickering."

"A ghost."

"Like he wasn't all the way there."

That's what people were saying.

I didn't understand, because I could see him clearly. Solid.

Everyone said that he didn't move once either. That his back was facing us.

I didn't understand that either because,

he turned around and looked at me.

And he stared.

And I stared back.

And he was beautiful.

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Hi, Delilah here, this is my first fanfiction ever and um, well, thats all I can say and I hope y'all like it! Please vote and comment what you think, later!