The fogs of Myphmak have the expected vaporous consistency of a cloud but the unexpected disposition of a solid. When you walk through the low-hanging fogs, your body will cut through it like a knife through butter. You can watch as children roll balls of vapor and throw them at each other, silently shattering on impact. Sculptors construct massive weightless statues- some nearly thirty stories high- that you can lift up with a single finger. However there is a danger of Myphmak shrinking over time, since many would take a small piece cloud as a keepsake- for who would not want to have their very own cloud hidden in their pocket or floating above their bed?