If something greater should ever reach our world, I want to be standing at the edge of the lake where it meets. I dream to be blazed from the spellbinding smoke drifting off the water. Interstellar beams illuminating the golden lake will reflect out of reach magic. The disjointed puzzle of sky rise branches scope the light. This focuses the rays into the water and kindles its grace. Surrounding grassland naturally indulge in the smoke and will balance my stance when I witness this magic.