The Awesomeness of Elsewhere

Elsewhere, the sun floats atop the ocean, bobbing with each wave and slipping through fisherman's fingers like dazzling lemonade.

Elsewhere, spoons grow on bushes, forks bloom from the ground, and knives clink on trees. People mine for food stuffs which are forged into meals.

Elsewhere, the air freezes into hovering planes of ice, which shatter as men walk through them, but with care can support one's weight, allowing people to slide across the sky.

Elsewhere, cats speak through tail twitches and audible apathy, sharing their cunning only with those incapable of employing it.

Elsewhere, people can move in slow-motion and conjure dramatic music at will.

Elsewhere, people dream of here.