Two figures face each other, with a cloud hovering over their heads. Does this ring a bell?
The figures have grasped hands. A clump of coffee grounds that hovered above the second figure's head has broken away. The figure is left with a head of clouds; the weight of something big.
Two mouse-like figures from above, or a pine tree from the side. A shift in perspective, perhaps.
Lifting, lifting. The weight is almost gone. So little remains that the second figure almost lifts off the ground.
Two figures walk with a bird overhead, clearing the airways. Below, a bat-like creature clears the underground. There is a weightlessness here.
Through a doorway, the figures arrive at a chicken coop. Three birds await them.
A prayer. Three trees.
An angel blows three wishes into the ether. They become gingko leaves in the wind. Quietly. Softly. You are arriving somewhere.
You have made it to the end of your cup. Make a wish, and then click.