A young girl in red shorts lounges in the twisting branches of a surreal treetop that stands skeletal against azure sky. Ammonite fossils are embedded up its trunk with the largest seated at the base of its crown. Limbs curl and knot to form the outline of what the treetop might look like if fleshed out, but no leaves remain. The wood is dry, weathered and without life. More arborous aberrations sit along the horizon in the fading sky. The treetops are elongated, bulbous and brain-like with twisting ridges that suggest folds in gray matter. Flying high, a line of seagulls glide past with wings spread wide, migrating away from whatever captured the girl’s attention off-panel right.