Aries 13. A breeze carries a soap bubble thousands of miles.
TITLE: SUBTLE ENDURANCE, or ANCHORED PURITY
The air within the soap bubble was from a faraway time, a glorious age of beauty and wonder. The magician had instructed the air that its presence was needed elsewhere, to seed a far off place with new magic. The air understood. For vast distances of time and space the colors on the bubble enjoyed their swirling, protecting the magic air, until they found that lost place needing their breath, and the bubble popped.