Twilight comes and the clouds are turning purple in the far distance.

The cloud turned in slow vortex, high above the earth.

It was mid-morning, but the clouds had turned the day into dusk.

The clouds had turned pink, then blood red, and then suddenly it was dark.

Then, a cloud turns into a human-like figure with arms.

A cloud without crossed the ray of sunlight and turned it.

The cloud is turning blue and pressing down upon us.

The clouds were forming into distinct shapes and turning white.

The mysterious cloud had also turned and was heading back.

Finally, almost ten miles behind the Allied lines, the white cloud of mystery turned back.