Swimming in the Satin Sea, I struggled through myriad clumps of strings, ribbons, and lace in my effort to avoid the needle sharp rocks lining the shore. Upon reaching land, I found myself standing sewking wet on Shimmy Beach. Here, numerous coins jingle-jangled with the froth of silken waves. I danced, reveling in the joyous sounds as the very earth shook with my footsteps.

Overhead, I beheld a great flock of brightly colored cranes, migrating from their birthing grounds to their familial roosts. As I moved my hands, so too did their wings flutter.

In the distance, I thought I saw a great stand of flowers, astonishing in their floral brightness. On impulse, I sang to them, and their blooms seemed to unfurled with my lullaby. A little ways from it was an odd garden of rotationally symmetric roses, whose bright heads spun and nodded, keeping time with my song.

Beyond, I could make out the dim shapes of familiar landscape: the Fortress of Linear Experimentation, guarded by fearsome pencil columns thrusting up toward the sky. Frenzied scratching could often be heard from within. A twisting series of walls formed the boundaries of Treble Maze, where I used to wander for hours, lost in the music of the world. Beside the maze lay a broken, run-down pile of old metal, once woven into some spectacular shape, now discarded and forgotten. A brief stab of guilt paralyzed me as I gazed upon its ruins, but it was quickly washed away by the insistent jingle and shine of the sands beneath my feet.