So worry not

{This ending is part of the Finish the Story Contest, the 23rd contest so far. Click here to see the contest… The prompt was crafted by @f3nix this week... Also played some Warioware and SSB, and well Ashley's theme (SSB remix) is just awesome. Ending music pair: "Blue" by Wisp X (YouTube).}

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The Prompt

The bedroom was a sealed Fort Knox. An old black fan stood in a corner: the last bulwark of defence against the terrible heat of that day of August. The heat from its engine was exceeding by far the supposed cool that it should have been producing from the movement of the scorching air.
"... I’m going down to the store to help mum."
"Recently, the young dandy is getting his ass busy."
"You could do something too, every now and then," Santiago thought, managing to keep his mouth with a bridle at the very last moment.
"There is an article on the International on how bad news are preferred to positive ones and their effects on society," he chose instead to answer.
But the 15:00 news were now efficiently irrigating the paternal synapses and absorbing his whole focus.
"After 3 months from their first appearance, the research on cumuloids continues by the international expert pool led by Dr. Venters. All the analyses confirm that their molecular composition is not different from that of any other type of cloud: minute particles of condensed water and / or ice crystals. In the meantime, yesterday, the United Nations Security Council unanimously approved the resolution requesting the member states of... "
"Chemtrails were not enough, eh Tiago?"
"I do not know, I try not to look at them. Those faces in the sky might also be harmless but they frighten me," Santiago cut short.
The quasi-dialogue would have certainly not produced anything positive in its prolonging, thought the twelve year old son. On board of his Zanella Motoneta, Santiago darted away from home, heading for the beach.
Down there, among the umbrellas reserved for the guests of the Los Reyes hotel, there were Vicky's deep black eyes waiting for him. Maybe today they could have been alone, maybe there between the waves or under the umbrella, he would have finally told her words that, for long days, had been banging in his head like the ocean’s backwash.
He still thought of those enigmatic clouds, the cumuloids, whose immense faces had formed and flaked in the skies for months now. With no exception, their eyes were covered and they displayed a subtle smile, similar to that of those Greek statues he saw in one of the rare occasions he opened his school books.

"What an idiot." Two rosy dawns light up on Vicky's cheeks to contradict the apparently cynical exclamation.
In front of her, two hearts drawn with a wooden stick on the sand of the shore with their initials inside. Tiago floundering.
A sharp cry pierces the silence. Dazed looks of the two twelve-year-olds jumping first on Vicky's younger sister, then, through the kid’s expression of terror, bouncing on the celestial vault behind them.
A cumuloid, alone, stands out clearly in a fake turquoise sky like the wing of a theatre stage. There is no trace of a kouros smile on the gargantuan cloud, which now seems about to drift on the sea shore. The ivory jaws widens deformed, vomiting a myriad of other faces. Distorted mutations depart ferociously from the obscene atmospheric funnel just to pierce back the smooth nimbus’ face, devouring its ephemeral flesh.
Time slows down around Tiago and Vicky, holding hands together without even realizing it.

The Ending by @theironfelix

The time appeared to crawl while it floats so elegantly through the sky like floating bottles lost in oceans. Tiago and Vicky still holding hands approached the sea elegantly to indulge at the facsimile of a nimbus. Oh, how it transformed itself with pristine care as well, like it never was a cumuloid but a mere error in the periphery. Then it began to twitch, the metamorphosis into something that neither the two could know of but could care less. For how could they change something that was beyond their control, and, disregarding that, why care for something that couldn't even come under their control? So, they decided to not be preoccupied with its strangeness and look in awe.

It, the cumuloid, shifted around, swimming almost in the air and began to make itself distinct from other nimbus and cumuloid clouds. It played around with the heavens, for the heavens must be treated with dignity by being a nice additive than be mere foreground. Tiago and Vicky still united decided to stop moving and blur out reality to focus their look on the cumuloid. Its entire transformation acts as a mere eye-candy than being brutal as it had been in its past transformations... Finally, it neared completion of the form it had wished itself as and shall be that way until it unbecomes that to become something else when the wish comes about.

Yet it couldn't see itself for it haven’t the reflection from the sea to see itself, so it relied on the masses far out. It shined and gazed hard into the spirits of the oncoming and outgoing lookers from far. Tiago and Vicky then saw the masterpiece so hidden in the cloud that it wanted to display but can never find out if it displayed itself well. They looked and looked - every second becoming more at ease and more serene with the surroundings they plagued themselves into. By then, even the faint gusts of wind to the heat embracing skin to the squaks of the gulls became… nonexistent. The surrealist undertones of it seems to be respective of how all things unconsciously tie together despite having no conscious connection - yet also being a surrealist by mocking the surreality of other cumuloids while knowing by being against surrealism can only it be surrealist.

By then, the final product was there for all to see and catch a glimpse in their fleeting lives. It truly quelled everything in its vicinity, that it made those that looked alien when the gaze of the cumuloid was established on the looker. For they smiled... even the clouds smiled... and what more to do than that? Harmony, however brief, became all-encompassing yet fragile to upkeep – yet ecstasy ‘twas ‘til their session was wrecked with the pains of static activities and the re-entrance to the World. Even if they yearned to be in such again, they knew it wrong lest they truly escaped their World and worked towards building a new one...

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