Palm trees in emitted flux, flick in time to their 8-bit beat. Desert electronic, lurid sands lure struggling feet. Cards spread in a circle of light. In the spectered, hollow church, scenes of torment char the child-like eyes. A pimento scarred me once.
Field is carmine, a wazir crawling with ease through a rainbow wheel of icicles and cloud.
Pencil line precise as long as card is not turned. Identical en visage but one with fronds more attenuated. Vivid greens of leaves stirring step. Below which is a banner, frayed at edges, lacerated tongue. Scepter balanced between two fingers.