Power emanates from the earth and mana flows with the wind, raising sparks wherever it goes. A carefully placed globe becomes a focus of roiling energies, and every passing dandelion seed leaves a ripple in the pattern. An inviting soft green pathway lined with marker stones leads deeper into a lush spring green meadow. Faerie rings and burbling pools entice mortals to realms beyond mortal kenning.
There is much to entice the eye here, from windblown seeds floating by, to mysterious burbling charged pools, to rings of pretty but toxic mushrooms, to electric impressionism, and even the lure of adventure on the high seas. Whence came this mysterious ship? What telluric, oceanic, and aerial forces are charging up the gazing ball with such intensity? What subtle, infusing fire fills the scene? What induces this perception of a flowering meadow through a lens of magical surrealism?