The Mini-Sky Stand

Celestial Conveniences & Cosmic Essentials For Travellers High Above Their Land

A fan blows gusts of wind at you as you walk in.
The Cloud Clerk’s face is covered in a fluffy beard, and his kind eyes seem to do most the talking, “The Winds of Change welcome you to this Mini-Sky Stand! We’ve got celestial conveniences, a varying selection of curious confections, and an assortment of out-of-this-world magazines brands! Please excuse how it’s a bit cramped like sardines canned, but we’ve got all the cosmic essentials, man! Everything you could need from up above before grounding back on land..”

Glancing over your shoulder you spot some Gratitude Vapor Rub and Get-Out-Of-Your-Headbands.

“How are you really feeling today? I have plenty of time to listen to whatever it is if you’re bubbling up with stuff and got the fizz. I call that the fizz, haha,” the Cloud Clerk says, “You can call me Whizz. Because I’m the Wizzz of the Rizzz, haha, no, no, actually my last name is Wind. My middle name is Ward. But you can just call me Whizz. Part time Cloud Clerk whilst Full time Wind :) ~is my biz.”

There’s magazines perched under the cashier stand, lined with glossy designs and titles like “Cloud Cosmo”, “Strato”, “Venusian Vogue”, “Breather’s Digest”, and “Soular Vision”. You prod at the curious confections lined down the shelves on the side wall and pick up an ice cube tray reading, “Ice for Indecision; Don’t let your teeth come into collision and once the ice cube has fully melted in your mouth, you’ll know your decision!”.

You saw a Genesis Gumball Machine walking in, but there’s also prepackaged collectible flavors here on sale. You ponder about trendy thoughts and how particular taste palettes become mainstream scale.

Another gust of wind from that fan blows perfectly across your neck and up to your ear giving you the chills inadvertently.

“Is there something you’re looking for particularly?” Whizz asks earnestly, “Is there a direction you’re going in a hurry? A change you’re looking to instill or perhaps evaporate a particular worry?”

Whizz Ward Wind wears an electric yellow tie like a lightning bolt with a collared shirt that reads, “Mini Sky Stand ~ Celestial Conveniences & Cosmic Essentials”. His glasses enlarge his kind eyes sparkling with realized potentials.

“We just got some newly formulated Mist of Forgiveness in, and I highly recommend! No matter what’s mattering in life, it can help change everything, as long as you actually know how to use it from within,” Whizz nods assuredly. On the counter, there’s a die with symbols on it that he’s fidgeting.

A selection of Sky Scratchcards, Blame Relievers and Yawn Drops are organized on the shelves behind him. Next to the featured boxes of Celestial Cloud Detergents, there’s a sign pinned, advertising; “Dream Stamps Sold Here! Send Postcards on the Wind!”

“If you’re seeking a Sky Scratcher, I recommend the Celestiality of Possibility card! You scratch off the silver to see current possibilities; if they align with your heart, and you engage them~ then cosmic currency rewards get delivered by shooting star! Also, the Silver Linings of Inevitability card is a fave up high- if you’d rather alignments of gifts from hardships or even dreams seeming too big or far,” Whizz adjusts his lightning tie.

You ask him about the stamps and postcards.
The fan blows more gusts of wind your way as though part of its craft.
How it tickles up your arm or down the back of your neck doesn’t seem as random as it does choreographed.

Whizz nods jovially and laughs, “Check out the postcards behind you on that spinning rack. As for the stamps, we’ve got a variety here if you know where you want to send it~ some destinations need a whole dimensional stack! Also, pre-filled pens of Inklings are in a jar at the back.”

There’s a spinning assortment of shiny and strange postcards of dream imagery, some of doodles, sunsets, rainbows, and dimensional geometry. There’s some that look more like contraptions, than just a card, with complex interfolding symmetries. One postcard features the sun and the moon driving above the clouds in a limousine, reading, “Greetings from Horizons Beyond What the Eye Can See!” Behind the spinning rack are Winds of Change Hand Fans, Tailored Trust Mini Sewing Kits, and gift boxes of assorted ChronOS Time Tea.

“Sometimes there’s so many options and choices to make, it can feel overwhelming,” Whizz whispy voice sounds calming, “that’s when we start roaring or yawning, haha and good thing we have a variety of Yawn Drops for that. Clears the internal thunder and lightning in just the time it takes to melt the lozenge flat.”

The fan blows a breeze up your back.
A furry tail wraps around you leg and you look down to see a Cheshire Cat.

“Ah! That’s Gift! He’s the Mini-Sky Stand Cat, of course. They’re masters of presence and promise, y’know,” Whizz follows your gaze to the floor, “if he wraps his tail around you, I owe you a Gifted Eye Fortune Flying Scratchcard before you go. You should never pay for these, y’know :)”

He pulls one from behind his shoulder and slides it across the counter merrily.
It’s holographically shiny with bold fonts and *fine print reading, “Fortune is found but always momentarily, and really it’s the moments in between it that offer the most clarity”.

As you look it over, Whizz slides you a sparkling Cosmic Currency Coin to scratch it off with. He runs the transaction as free and prints the receipt. Then he begins folding it and unfolding it to make a new crease. ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

The Gifted Eye Fortunes Fly Scratchcard has three scratchable boxes shaped as flying presents. You scratch off the silver wrapping to find out their contents. They’re illustrated on clouds with shooting stars falling in the background onto ribbon made of constellations bordering around. ⋆𐙚 ̊.

Rubbing the cosmic currency coin over the three gifts reveals;

Ⰶ ⋆°·☁︎ A Benevolent Delay!
Ⰶ ☁︎‎‎‧₊˚ Unexpected Kindness to Partake!
Ⰶ ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ A Sincere Conversation On The Way!

You shrug and say, “Okay?”

“Those scratchers work that you’ll give or receive those gifts, then afterwards some celestial mass of fortune flies into your actuality like an airplane,” Whizz shrugs back, holding your free transaction receipt now folded like a paper airplane ready to take aim, “Sign this with your name and you can pilot it through your dreams. You should also write on it anything you want to remember even in your sleep.”

He tosses the paper airplane receipt at the fan, and the gust of wind catches it then loops it around to landing neatly on your hand.

You borrow a pen pre-filled with Inklings from the jar on the shelf, and write on the gifted origami receipt airplane before you forget what you’d write for yourself.

⋆°•☁︎⋆ _______—————-___
₊˚———————__———-
(Dream Elevator lil writing journal space for what can pilot through your dreams n blah blah weeeeeee & signed your name, la di deeee)
x_________________________________⚡︎

“It’s just a lucky something from above you should have with you on land,” Whizz smiles grand, “Thanks for coming in and be sure you get the winds of change to blow you back to this Mini Sky Stand, whether intentionally or unplanned!”


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