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ArtistImagine a fantastical scene with a noble frog in a tiny vest. The frog carries a scroll on its back and gazes forward like an explorer on a sacred mission. Every detail—from the gears to the worn leather saddle—tells the story of a silent adventure. It sits atop a whimsical airship resembling a giant bird's head. Made of metal with brass accents, the airship has wings and a round body, complete with a smiling bird face for a whimsical touch. Style: Greg Broadmore, Ian McQue, David Petersen, Stephan Martinière
The air rushed as Aeloria, the skyfish, glided through the clouds. Her metallic fins cut through the wind like sails, while Fenwick, the Dreamer, sat on her back, raising the small telescope to his eyes. His brothers would follow the call of the pond along established paths, through forests, swamps, or valleys. But he flew. Fenwick had always been the one who looked up, not at the ground. Even as a tadpole, he had spent hours gazing at the sky reflected in the water, wondering if there might be a second realm up there. "Perhaps," he had murmured, "we ourselves are merely the dreams of stars." Now, many moons later, Aeloria carried him through those very dreams. Below them, the world lay shrouded in mist, rivers glittered like silver veins, forests like emerald-green carpets. Above them stretched a sea of stars. Fenwick sighed, but it was a happy sigh. "Where to, my friend?" he asked softly. Aeloria snorted, and small sparks sprayed from her fins, scattering like fireflies in the wind. Fenwick laughed softly. He knew she knew the way, even if he himself had no plan. Islands of light appeared in the distance—floating cliffs, crisscrossed with crystals, glowing in the moonlight. Aeloria headed toward them. Fenwick tightened his hold and lowered the spyglass. "Perhaps the pool isn't just down below," he murmured. "Perhaps it's reflected up here too." They landed on one of the cliffs. Figures stood there, translucent like mist, their bodies sparkling in the starlight. "Traveler," spoke a voice that sang more than spoke, "what are you doing up here?" Fenwick bowed. "I'm looking for the source. The pool from which my brothers and I come." The figure inclined its head. "And do you think it's only on the ground?" Fenwick remained silent, for he didn't know the answer. Instead, he looked up at the sky. There, the stars shone like a thousand eyes.
