Rare Planet

This series is about one certain planet. A rare kind of planet you can only dream of. The lands there… They are dressed for a gala. H2O assumes multiple forms. It floats as cotton-like flakes under plain blue sky. It adorns the rocky summits of our highest monuments, shinning white as crystalline blankets. It also flows, elegantly, sliding down over the surface of the lands. At some specific spots, you can actually see it falling free, endlessly. And when it finally finds a way to rest, paradise is what you sense. Blue paradise. Or maybe green. About that strange thing one can call life: it’s all around. You can’t really miss it, no matter where you are. And this one planet… It is quite alive itself as well. It changes shapes, colours, temperatures. You look around, you see motion. You close your eyes, motion is what you hear. Most of land was carried away. Part of the land was blown away. At some places, abstract sculptures are what is left. Remaining testimony of ancient processes we can’t understand, written in languages one can’t read. Geometrical rock figures. Monuments. Monuments the unknown reality of a deep past. Have you ever dreamed of lands? Come dream Planet Earth with me.