Teddy is like the cloud. Hiding in plain sight, his usefulness exceeds his existence. Within him are secrets of the world, the old world, and the dead world. Physically, he resides on a wall, overshadowed by the other beautiful elements just beyond his reach. He is old in mind but not in body. His point of view is isolated like his corner on the wall. This wall, his throne, was crafted by the ancients who revered him for his innocence and his ability to avert his gaze.
Now he longs to leave the wall, to come down from his throne, and observe the world from an all-encompassing vantage point. The ancients destroyed the world, a secret he no longer has to keep. The new world thrives but it is the old world cloaked in fine garments and powdery hues.
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