One night pixel Vincent van Gogh looks out of his window and the sky is moving: the stars spin in great swirls and the moon glows like a lamp. He climbs onto the windowsill, spreads his paint-stained jacket and takes off into Swirling Sky Glide.
Tall cypress trees rise like flames between the village rooftops, and every pair leaves two ways through. The wide gap is the safe road; the narrow one, rimmed with gold, is where the brightest stars hide. Play it safe or chase the gold, but stay in the air until dawn paints the sky.
