Tempestrains

Somewhere There is somewhere in the world where a waterfall churns down a sinkhole and the trees grow from the sheer sides, high-rise homes for the exotic avians who sing their mysticism to the sky; just a lone circle of blue, far away. It is here that mist is born, but never lives to see the outside world, instead twisting its tendrils to make pathways for the fireflies who light the darkly beautiful world, another place forgotten by time. And down, when the trees have lost their hold on their domain, odd crystalline structures break through the lime of the drop, what light can reach bringing the emptiness alive with the da