It looked exactly like her.
Cloud sheep who eat too much starlight become thunderheads. They grow grumpy and leak static. To calm them, sing a low, steady note—the frequency of a sleeping volcano. cloud meadow guide
A large, dark-grey sheep nearby was crackling with tiny lightning bolts. Its hum had turned into a growl. Remembering her grandmother’s childhood lullabies, Elara hummed a deep, rumbling note. The thunderhead sheep’s bristling clouds smoothed. It sneezed a gentle shower of dew, then turned white again. It looked exactly like her
Elara closed her eyes. She let go of her questions— Where am I? How does this work? —and simply was . When she opened her eyes, the entire herd had gathered around her, their fluffy bodies pressing against her knees, their hums merging into a single, peaceful chord. To calm them, sing a low, steady note—the