a looming green blimp         
          a hovering swamp          
                    the                   
                                          
                            
          floating tree           
                            
                                          
                home planet               
                    of                    
              the bird elves              
                                          
  
                                          
  a great fluffy silhouette against the   
 orange sunrise. it's the floating tree,  
 suspended over the forests of venezuela. 
                                          
    something swarming around it - bird   
 elves. they like the landbridgelessness. 
         this shit is unconnected.        
                                          
  it's the mothership - the elves launch  
  from here, the ratsonas spawn here (in  
   seclusion), most orange juice is made  
                   here                   
                                          
  
                                          
          half of the leaves are          
   astral projections... vines growing    
    wildly, untethered by the wind...     
  dreamroot poisoning the air (of course  
  the non-elf inhabitants are waned  an  
  addiction they will never beat  or in  
            rare cases immune)