I find myself caught above these gardens of white, in shapes of dragons, waves of lions, look up you will see, families of waves, celebrating freedom, the way it always has been, unchanging, such an organism, governing the cycle of natures's equilibrium displacement. Sporadic and vivid they shape themselves accordingly. Gestures to the heavens, perceptions to the people. The event horizon of our atmosphere. I deafen the crowd, only to feel the energy of the soft and supple surrounding. An enigmatic shape silhouetting chaotic form.