Hot, dizzy, confusing. You don’t know where you are going, and there seems to be no reason to turn in any particular direction.

 

The pilla is a large and graceful creature, but shy. It lives on the higher drafts of the constant dust winds in the desert of Urad where it taps both moisture and minerals, but descends when it sees something in need of shade. 

 

It is fluid, moving as if in the ocean on Earth, and symmetrical, not facing a particular direction. Its leaves can stretch out and in and be raised or lowered, on them mysterious patterns becoming ever larger as they protect more. They are hunted sometimes for the patterns, by other creatures with aesthetic goals, and occasionally you will see one elsewhere, if you look hard enough.