Tura remembers holidays at the seaside.

LostFurest dAlliez

I chanced upon this perfect isometric view of a skybox in the distance.

Arlberg, somewhere above Deanna Genesis' temple

         The crack of doom shall swallow up this world
         And all that is upon it be destroyed
         Resolved into components unalloyed
         Its atoms rent and into space be hurled.

Tura watches a bird watching Tura.

Tura goes for a walk, and finds some sheep reading about sheep.

A fine and private place

The sea, the endless sea.

Piper Point

Tura is made of pixels.

Risk City