The dream of a little fish, longing to cross the elemental border into our world. Tired of life in his little bowl; managing his empire, commanding his army, feasting with his subjects. He dreams of something bigger, better, more... Human.

My little betta sits like this in his bowl sometimes, and my partner says he's imagining life outside the tank. He has six other fishies to play with, and an entire Roman empire in his bowl, but he still sits like this sometimes, just contemplating. I did this piece quick, like 30 minutes. Just something in my head that I had to get out.