There in front of us, far away, long ago, a small black figure runs on a white snowy path. The  désert  sands have melted into glass, creating an unclear lens that lets us see too far, from here all the way to the Antarctic. When the Ice Age ended, and the poles shrunk from 100% coverage of the earth's crust (retreating towards the interior core of the now colder planet), they left behind anomalous regions like White Sands, and Deseret. Here, just above the sand level, the newly revealed land surface, old topographic memories swirl, haunting the human walker and local small animals with phantom gravities, and occasional mirage-like pictures from the past.