the plasticene burlap landscape, a creamy dark
orange-brown, seemed to melt in the immense heat. out
of the uniformity of the ground rose large, twisted
columns of tera cotta trees that reached into the
deep orange sky. unidentifiable forms swam through
the thick syrup of atmosphere, leaving thick ripples to
slowly spread in their wake.
armature man rubbed the back of his neck with his
free hand. his movements caused eerie sounds to
erupt from the sky - the warped sounds of a record
being moved manually with the warble of a
thin sheet of metal mixed in. the sounds spread out
into imperceivable dimensions and echoed back,
modified by incomprehensible processes into terrible
all the wildlife in the area gathered in a circle,
a safe distance away, to watch this strange man. he
knew they were there, as their sounds made flashing
diamond-shaped lights appear in the sky. the lights
flickered gold, silver and purple then vanished at
random, leaving fading streaks of light as residue
in the sky.
armature man sighed and a spectrum of
colored diamonds flashed in the sky. he wondered
how he would ever get home.