There is a yellow ball in blue sand. It has rings, like Saturn. How does it roll then? That doesn’t matter. The blue sand is creating music. The music echoes throughout the vast landscape. It matches the starry black sky. The music is ambient. Wait, that doesn’t matter. Only the orange coyote thinks he matters. Nevertheless, the yellow ball and the coyote are lost in the endless expanse of blue.

The cacti are green. It doesn’t matter the type of green. Perhaps the cacti are the only things that matter? No. Wait… where are we? Who are we? We are in a blue desert, and we are a sand dune. We see everything. However, we matter just as much as the yellow ball and the coyote and the cacti.

Now, it’s raining, and the blue sand is wet. The stars seem to be crying. The provide the light. They provide the light that we, the sand dune, use to see the yellow ball and the coyote and the cacti. Then, the storm ended, but the stars disappeared. Everything seemingly died in the dark. But, everyone is still there. We are there, together, in the darkness. Lost, but not alone. Everything is okay. The blue sand’s music is still there.

– Evan J