In the distant sky a lava spewing land form sits, crowning the landscape with the enclosed form of an opening into the centre of the planet.
Below it must be a form of hell.
But that is not what appears here.
Instead, one sees a green landscape alive with growing plants and purple flowers.
In reality there is a burning vein of lava here,
sitting hidden in the bowels of the earth
waiting for it's eruption.
What is hidden below is not conversant with what is disguising it.
If it were, the picture would be entirely different.
The inside would have emerged to the outside.
And the outside would have been completely destroyed by it.
Writing by Regina Stemberger