I had a dream, and tried to sketch something I saw in it.

I was on a walk. The air was cold, cloudless and burning with the glow of the evening sun; the faintest breeze blew through the trees. I was wandering a forest trail, towering pines about me, and a small, rushing creek to my west. I continue along the path for some time, eventually reaching my destination- a paved road, built as a bridge between two ends of a small, narrow bay. Grown upon the dirt on its flanks were patches of trees, and further out was a salt marsh thick with halophilic plants. To the east, inward to the bay, was a saline swamp, and to the west, one could see the ocean stretch endlessly into the horizon, calm and still, reflecting the blue sky and the setting sun.

I walk along. Hearing the waves besides me, as the sun lowered, and lowered, the path growing darker- I come, soon, to the middle of the bridge, finding something like a railroad crossing's gates; although, no traintracks. They were up, so I could walk past freely, continuing my traipse to the town beyond.

By time it's dark, I arrive. Beside the road is a small, empty tollbooth, that I easily walk past. The town is pitch black, no streetlights, no houses bearing a glow within them; on the other side of the road is another house, two stories, pale white and dull. I was reminded of my trip to California by them- the one graciously ruined by the Staff. I turn around, satisfied with the exercise I'd gotten for the day, and look down the path.

...Unfortunately for me, it was extremely dark. I wasn't about to walk where I couldn't see- especially not in fucking Ootokaa. The bridge had almost no lights on it save for the ones near the crossing gate. For a moment, I cursed myself, forgetting where I put my flashlight; before finding it mercifully still in my sweatshirt pocket. I click it on, and start to walk.

As I traipsed the now pitch-black trail, approaching the crossing gate, I hear a noise ahead; and, subsequently, headlights. A white pickup truck, driving along the road, blazes past, as I quickly step out of the way- I give it a glare as it does, before continuing onward. And, curiously, on the road just a few meters away, some kind of antequated, almost calculator-looking device with a small screen, which acted more like a phone; whoever had it before was either the victim to, or perpetrator of, several of those middling text-scams. I pocket the thing, and continue on my way; soon enough reaching the gate, and unassumingly walking through it.

My eyes burn.

It's suddenly, blindingly bright- the late morning, the sun rising in the east. I glance up to the sky, blinking several times; and see something bizarre. A cloud- a massive cumulus, burning with the flame of the morning sun. It had three, almost face-like patterns on its frontal side, only pareidolic; and to their left, a swirling pit.

I stare up in awe; then notice more figures out to the sea.
Hovering in the sky, or just above the water, towering, humanoid figures made of the same, vibrant, blazing orange vapor; each of them stood on the center of a boat-like mass of the same. Their bodies were almost reminiscent of trees, or people in long, narrow dresses, their androgynous figures and calm, apathetic faces bearing no expression- perhaps a slight contentedness. Their arms were swirling, twisting, branching masses of clouds that stretched long behind or beside them. A cold, faint wind blows through the morning air again.

I'm pulled into the Yliosphere again.
Usually, Ootokaa produces things I wouldn't call beautiful. Or even mildly pleasant.

Whatever those were, those colossal, distant figures- they were one of the most hauntingly beautiful things I'd ever seen.