> And this is why if we have a way to keep dry clothes, we use it.
> Grit our teeth and bear it: we're almost there. Hopefully.
> You'll have to solve that one eventually...
> You suck it up and keep flying. Flying up feels like an eternity, but at least you have no obstacles. For a while you're surrounded by cold, wet darkness. Then you see a light and fly on towards it.
> The clouds are packed beneath you like a blanket of summer snow. The moon shines down on it all, reflecting the sun's light on Gensokyo. Even from above the clouds, you can see the fractures in the sky. Above you is an inky black sky dotted with stars. On the horizon you see a large something drifting north, and realize it's Bhava-Agra. Or, at least, a fraction of it.
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