The thing above our heads is most likely a cloud. Although it is flattened smoothly, densely uniform, without any gap. It is impossible to determine the position of the sun, the pale gray clouds are just a little brighter than anything else. The earth has disappeared, replaced by an endless black liquid surface that occasionally stirs up waves like a lazy creature hiding in bed on a winter day. Gray and black form two parallel lines, extending to the far distance where the eye cannot reach, showing no tendency to merge.