As we swim in the ocean of solar plasma, we shall not drown. We find glory in the shapeshifting melody of everyday's song.

On the foreground we see a blue skinned woman enraptured by music, looking upwards, with her hands gesturing as if to direct the majestic pink and purple sunrise like an orchestra. Her shirt is the ocean, and her hair emerges wet from it, half of her torso reveals the powerful muscles under the skin. There's two other blue-green hands in addition to hers, reaching upwards, trying to grasp the fleeting instant, as always just an inch out of reach, but ever present. Behind her there's a human head emerging from an eye which itself is emerging from a mouth, also enraptured by music, looking upwards, feeling the rising sunlight on on his face. The scene is observed with loving eyes by a spirit dog the color of jade and the transparent head of an angelic presence, pulled upwards into the sky by a fifth hand.