[David Johnston2]

An artist draws a picture that becomes real. It is of a small cottage on top of a kill. It has a garden that grows not plants but glowing blue crystals. Above it World War I airplanes swirl overhead as they attack each other and a strange unaerodynamic airship that floats exactly the way a brick doesn't. A winding road descends the hill and a army advances along the road to the cottage. Before it can get there the airship lands, blocking the road and two women get out, one highly muscular and wielding a large hammer. She swings it to break a group of the crystals. Her companion, a very fancily dressed aristocrat takes the powdered crystal and eats some of it like sugar then begins to glow with power. I get the impression she's about to blast the soldiers.