Ether  (Mathbrush)

"For the first time in centuries, something is different. Your tentacles tingle as you float to the east past icebergs and whirlwinds. You skirt a pocket of hot air, bounce through a field of ice, and finally come upon a massive stormcloud filling the sky to the east." - Author's description

Play it online

Download it on the 2015 IF Comp site