Encircling the upper belt of the mountain, just below its final peak, there was a colossal platform carved into the rock itself or built from a material the color of white marble.
It was so wide that it could house several entire cities and encircled the entire circumference of the mountain like a gigantic ring. And upon this platform, ascending in terraces, towers, and immense constructions, stood the capital of the Cloud Empire.
A city of dream and power, entirely in tones of white, silver, and light blue, its elegantly carved buildings seemed to grow naturally from the platform.
And above the city, hovering like a second sky, thousands more white clouds were sustained by formations, covering the mountain's actual summit and creating a celestial ceiling that diffused the light into an eternal, gentle daytime twilight.
"My God…," Mei Li whispered, her voice losing its composure for a moment.
