It is so high, the great white clouds.  

Striking lightning bought from them.  

With hope they will return.  

And carry with them one so bound.

Andonian citizens begin the work of reconstruction after the havoc wrought by the dimensional invasion. So many structures were destroyed, lives torn apart.  

With the peace brought by Fishington, everyone carries a peaceful air about them and hearts buoyed by great hope.

Back on track, between the dotted lines.  

Completely new road, very different car.  

Same five wheels, same four lights.  

One extra seat, a constant glance back.

Some say, "Welcome!"  

Some say, "Awww..."  

Some say, "Finally!"  

Some want to hold her, hug her, kiss her, behold her.  

Just don't drop her.

A drop of oil in water. It was only a small one, pulled in by a strong change in flow of the stream. Yet it had to be cleaned up.  

Twisting energies and splitting unions, divided again. Membraneous existence to seal the engine.  

Emerging into a cloudy expanse. Mountains on afar, the horizon flat. A planet for once.  

The vent beak snaps shut. Gas sac inflates. Stay aloft and find the sparkling glimmer among the cool current.

The gnarx are a complex species. They hatch from eggs as hard as rocks. Then they become highly reclusive and hide from potential predators. At maturity, they grow to massive sizes, becoming one of the most feared and vicious hunters of the plains region.  

In between the times of reclusiveness and raging aggression, they enter a phase of complete blindingly happy insanity, which lasts for about 25 minutes.

It was a year today since Elh looked up at the sky, wondering how far those points of light could possibly be. That night he got the idea to catch one of them.  

Dashing into his home, he sought out the strongest winding branch wood and bound it with night silk webbing. Striding out into the night, Elh went to hunt stars.  

He climbed to the top of the highest hill near his village and chose the brightest and nearest star. Carefully, he snuck up on it, net at the ready. It flickered as he approached, but made no move to escape.  

With a sudden pounce, he trapped the star in his net. It caught!  

Suddenly the star shot upwards, realising its change of environment. The webbing wrapped tightly around it and the winding wood held strong. Elh was lifted into the air as the star sailed away, trying to rejoin its bretheren.  

Up, up into the dark night sky it flew. Elh held on tight, unwilling to relinquish his prize.  

On it flew, over the hills of his homeland and into the mountains where none dared travel.  

Days passed and the star made no sign of ceasing its flight. Elh had to catch birds for food as him and the star traversed the skies.  

Weeks passed, then months. And now a year. Elh travels the skies by netted star, hoping one day to bring it back home and put it in a jar. The little star from afar.