This is an illustration of a quiet, endless desert at twilight where the laws of gravity have come undone. In the center of the scene, a grand piano stands balanced perfectly on its narrowest corner, its lid open to reveal not strings, but a small, perfectly still ocean with a tiny sailboat drifting inside it. From the sky, which is a soft, cloudy tapestry of faded denim, giant, unspun threads of yarn unravel and fall, pooling on the sand and forming into soft hills. A lone staircase made of soft, folded linen ascends into nothing, and a figure in a simple coat walks up it, carrying a burning candle whose flame is frozen solid like glass. The entire landscape is lit by a single, oversized pearl half-buried in the sand.