Floating on the wind high above the world, sits the Cloud Factory sits. Whirling and whooshing as it breaths in the slivers of once mighty cumuli, these proud giants are returned to their purest elements.
In the belly of the factory, clouds are born. At first, just a mist. A vapor as it moves across the station.
It quickly becomes something more.
Prints in 3 pieces, assembles with a little adhesive
Comfortable Foot Attire Enthusiast & Principal at Budmen Industries (http://budmen.com)