From high atop the crystalline palace of EverIce, the wizard dreamed of worlds beyond the impregnable walls. He sent notes to the king and his court hidden far underground, their bunker hardened against the swirling storms and earthquakes that beset the realm daily.
"A seascape of sun and mermaids," read one. "A painted plateau," "A humble fishing village," "A magical tree-filled forest," "A city whose buildings kiss the sky."
The wizard spent a lifetime trying to free his people. But in the end, the words of God, stamped upon the heavens, vexed him with their hidden meaning: "Snowglobes for sale."