The land had dried, although the rivers still flowed. It was cold, but beautiful as the blue moon hung low in the hazy Uzzshlak sky. Zorm connected with the Aztectian mind cell controlling the craft. The bubble analyser hissed into view, and he sat back to await the results… Another pencil doodle converted into something a little different. I wanted to keep parts of the painting loose, with the pencil lines and roughish marks still visible. while applying a tighter rendering to other areas.