Do the clouds crash on the shores of winter? This story rises on the Bucegi Plateau where the world loosens its ordinary logic and drifts into a realm of trembling light. The cloud sea does not merely wander. It coils, heaves, recoils, a pale leviathan rolling across the stone crown of Romania. You stand at the margin of it all, caught between the brute fact of altitude and the quiet suspicion that you have stepped into a place where seasons conspire with memory. These cloud waves, sculpted by t