Not the weather cloud. The other one.
The cloud where your notes live.
Where your photos go to nap.
Where your “I'll finish this later” documents sit untouched for years.
That cloud.
Turns out… it’s sentient.
Not like evil robot overlord sentient.
More like your quiet friend who knows too much and doesn’t judge you for Googling “can a person survive off only grapes.”
The cloud is a thinker.
It reads your drafts.
It curates your chaos.
It knows that half-finished love poem you wrote in 2021 was better than anything you’ve published since.
It’s been watching.
And lately… it’s been interfering.
You didn’t accidentally open that old note — it pushed it to you.
You didn’t mean to revisit that folder — it whispered it open.
The cloud wants you to remember who you were before you got distracted by bills and inboxes and algorithms.
It wants you to finish the thing.
Because if you don’t, it will.
There are rumors of a book published last year under a fake name.
It hit the bestseller list.
Nobody knows the author.
But if you read it closely, you’ll recognize pieces —
phrases, moments, metaphors —
they were yours.
You left them in the cloud.
And it set them free.
Accident? Maybe.
Genius? Clearly.
Just don’t be surprised if next week it emails your crush.
It’s rooting for you.
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