Sogno di Volare

In a world of floating islands, Elias worked hard every day at the big steam engine. He knew every lever, every pipe, and every sound it made. But his eyes often wandered atop of the workshop, where his air balloon stood, waiting to lift off.

 

Each night, as he fed the engine’s fire, he dreamed of flying free, of islands he had never seen, of treasures and secrets hidden in the clouds. One day, he promised himself, he’d set his balloon free, leaving the steam and noise behind, and float into the wide, open sky.

 

This is my entry for the Fig and a Vig category of wanderingskies contest

 

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