She came to the woods searching for a cloud eater. The legendary beast was said to live above the high forests, flitting through overcast skies, the Bigfoot of meteorology.
She set up her equipment and began scanning the skies for unusual pressure, wind patterns, anything at all unusual. But she found nothing.
One day, she heard a strange noise outside of her trailer. A sort of sheep-like bleating crossed with a mournful wind, but louder. She rushed outside and found a massive black orb of black mist circling her equipment curiously. She approached it and reached out a tentative hand.

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