Golden sky.
The sky shimmered with a different hue than the one in the world they knew. It wasn't blue; it was a captivating canvas of glistening gold.
The celestial expanse bathed everything below in a warm, radiant glow as if the sun itself had been transformed into a never-ending cascade of golden light.
In the overworld, blue light was scattered in all directions by the tiny molecules of air in Earth's atmosphere. Blue was scattered more than other colors because it travels as shorter, smaller waves.
But there was something else in this realm that disturbed the lightwaves, making the light scatter in a golden color.
The clouds, instead of the ordinary whites and grays, held a soft, golden sheen, casting a gentle luminescence across the landscape.
It was as if each wisp of cloud carried within it a fragment of the sun's eternal embrace. The air itself seemed to dance with golden particles, surreal and enchanting.
