IWUAaDNW: Initiative 6.3

Every now and then, the monotony was almost broken by pale-barked, tall branched trees with leaves so pale they were translucent, which served as ideal perches for my birds. Little bundles of transparent berries grew on those trees, but neither my ravens nor my fleshpeckers were particularly fond of them. My pixies liked them more, though, as did my contracted Chipchi, Charlotte.

And it was monotonous, because the third floor was a wide open expense of emptiness. Viewed without the fog, the entire floor was a circle about a thousand feet wide, covered in gentle bumps and dips about three feet tall or deep. The edge of that circle was a steep plunging cliff that elevated my third floor’s plateau over a seemingly endless sea of ghostly forest branches and leaves––the exact same feature that defined the ‘infinity’ of my second floor.