A beautiful masterpiece of splashes of coral red and goldfish yellow on an azure blue canvas. It was painted by none other than nature, an artist greater than the likes of Vincent Van Gogh or Michelangelo, for it, was unique in one special way. Even the intangible forces of the armies of gust were enough to convince becoming one with this canvas. Ashen devils from above would threaten to fall if one avoided a graceful embrace with this canvas.
As anything inevitable, a leap of faith was to be made, and one would be engulfed into a new reality as unrecognisable as an alien planet yet as comforting and familiar as a mother’s womb. Delaying curiosity was impossible. It is something as sure to come as the very end of the universe. One’s tongue would find the extremity of saltiness as painful and revolting as burns from a ravenous fire. White pearls of vision would cry in despair.
Only those who venture deeper discover the true treasure that lies in wait. A city of neon lights and articulate, multichromatic trees lay within sight. Every flare or flash of glowing blue would be blindingly bright. Although the rigid reefs did not dare to move, their vibrancy and colour were the embodiment of liveliness. Yet as with any beauty comes a feared evil. Its hull, grey, encompassed a body of bone and flesh paired with two flapping brutes of pure muscle. Several parallel scars on its side seemed natural and purposefully placed. A dark void opened to reveal mountains of calcium shaped like marlinspikes.
At this point, there would be nothing left to do but to have gratitude for having experienced the unimaginable.