Atop a frosted peak and beneath, a shallow lagoon, Pannotia makes his home. Perpetual drifts of snow swirl around jagged peaks. In a cruising vessel meant for the seas, he drops from the greatest height and rides the wind to the lagoon down below. In his boat, there are worker ants who tirelessly row the great oars which carry the great commander. His mustache thick and white reaching the edge of his mouth then erupting upwards, forming the instrument by which he guides his trusted worker ants. All the while, one leg beats a drum to keep their rhythm and trust in his strength alive. Pannotia is the commander of hope.
Near or far, a song carries through woods, will-o'-the-wisp, and wind forces.