“Ages Beyond“

Scribbler wanders up the pathways of his subconscious. A world, written into his book, filled with memories of a vivid dream brought to life by enchanted pages and magic ink. He walks up the beaten stone path, returning to his study for the night, to return to his own world. Windswept trees cling to the rocks and collect shining droplets from the fine mist spraying from the crashing waves of the sea below. The wind blows cool with evening on its breath, but the setting sun is warm yet. Distant crystalline pillars hover over whittled bases, defying gravity with some strange, unknown force. The inner crystals glowing with a dim blue light. And in the sky beyond, just visible in the evening light, a crescent shape can be seen, outlining the presence of a large gas world beyond the atmosphere.