Stylised S reflection. Light strikes!

Bee with a milk moustache.

A question mark, starkly white against a screen of blue. Profound in its simplicity.

A spiral of green and blue against a backdrop of royal purple. This is the soul of the soul. The abyss is staring back, and it looks pissed.

Ah, the simple joy of a chocolate ice-cream cone. The cool sweet confection, running down crisp waffle cones. Oh, for the days of my youth.

a man shouts. Nuuuuu!

Mr T is furious! He pities the fool that denies his bling! No bling? I will kill you!

An army of lawn gnomes move in silence to the lake to fish. The sun shines over green fields, and clouds scud across the blue sky.

Rainbow dash!

Blood splattered black wall. A ghastly apparition gapes with a pink mouth and eyes.

Finally free from prison! Why didn't I see these bars were licorice earlier? And the exit is so clearly labelled!

One... solitary white dot... stands alone in a void. Nothing. Blackness...