Hectic winds and pomegranate delights blow. I am shot down roads of newness and rapidly collect. Then the wind stops and life slows to a pile of pomegranates. I assume my wish is granted. The road itself buried under sand and new lands seem to be mirages.

When all is demolished I find a ham sandwich flying like a bird. It is odd to see who is better than whom! If it is me vs flying ham sandwich I win! Best man ever! Me! I can’t wait to be crowned king, this will make me big! Then there is more to win! Let the contestants get ready for the new game!

Yet again.

Change doesn't mean this: