A paper airplane soars through the sky, streaming below a sky plastered with stars and drifting between the planets, and slowly sinking towards the soft sea.

It lands on a cerulean blanket. A young hand picks it back up, straightening its dented nose, and guiding it back into the air.

It floats against the tan wallpaper of other blue-tailed, paper airplanes, occasionally grazing its wings against theirs. It sinks again, towards a sunset-tinted beach, decorated with odd rocks of odd shapes:

a flat, striped rock holding lain stout marble

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a massive hollow boulder carrying thin rocks of basalt-tipped granite

An older hand picks up the airplane, tossing it back above the soft, silver seas with strangely separated waves. It flies past an open cave filled with walls of wistful cliffs, showcasing unusually thin strips of obsidian-carnelian-obsidian-garnet-obsidian-amethyst.

SHRK!

The paper airplane stops in the reaching hands of a small boy, slightly crumpled. He takes the paper airplane and shoots it into the air; it circles and circles and crashes! into the wall, melting into the plaster.

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