(dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends 〈90% AUTHENTIC〉

The big clouds looked at him and shuddered. “Oh dear, no,” they huffed. “You’re far too bright. You’ll ruin our aesthetic for the landscape painters below. We can’t be friends.”

Dub beamed. For the first time, he didn't feel like a misfit. They didn't need to fit in with the white clouds; they just needed to find each other. Together, they swirled into the evening sky, creating the most spectacular, weird, and colorful sunset the world had ever seen. Should we continue Dub’s adventure in , or (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges. The big clouds looked at him and shuddered

The Cirrus clouds pulled away. “We are very high-fashion and very thin,” they sniffed. “You are much too... chunky. We can’t be friends.” You’ll ruin our aesthetic for the landscape painters below

Dub sighed a little puff of rain and drifted toward the high, wispy Cirrus clouds. They looked like delicate white feathers. “Hello! Want to play tag?”

Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?”

“I’m going to go find some best friends!” Dub announced one sunny morning.