
Chapter I
Under Venus's amber skies
An afternoon adrift in golden haze, sketching clouds that glow like honey and wondering what the wind is humming about.
Open Nova's notebook
Day one in the balloon. The clouds here are the colour of warm toast, and they keep rearranging themselves whenever I try to draw them.
I tied a ribbon to the basket to see which way the wind goes. It went every way at once, then curled back as if it wanted to say hello.
Question for later: if a cloud glows like honey, does it taste like it too? Note to self — pack a bigger spoon next time.



