We stood on flat ground, looking up at the clouds, dreaming of their lofty heights, wishing we were on top. Now we're trapped in the cloud castle, blinded by sun, deafened by wind, frozen by cloud vapor. There aren't any marshmallows, fairies, or exciting myths. Only a grumpy Zeus, forcing you through a 6-day work week. While piling cloud bricks, and trying to get Zeus to go easy on the thunder making it hard to think. You take a chance to look down. The grey muddy ground seems like such a wonderful place, to those stuck in the cloud castle.