The Setting
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Colour: Yellow
It is several domes made from stone, flying far up in the sky, far up in a pocket over and under the clouds. On the floating mass are tall buildings, unique architecture and no structure looks the same. It is spacious and peaceful, with an endless view of the horizon.
There are spires on top of the domes, ancient decorative patterns of winged creatures going around the outside of the domes, on the buildings, on the base of the statues depicting people with spears riding majestic, giant birds. These domes are connected, tied together with large chains to not drift apart.
The domes have complicated structures of ladders, beams and platforms almost growing around and through it, where the giant birds can rest safely - away from the hunters down below who wants their feathers for riches.
The air is clean and thin, and difficult to breathe. The ones living there take it slow, to not run out of breath. There is always blowing a soft, cold draft between the buildings, and no fire can burn warm enough with the little oxygen there is. The light from the sun is filtered through the clouds, colouring everything with a yellow tint of gold and copper. Anyone hit by the light will look as if they had pale, golden skin and clothing.
The rain is collected in shimmering pools, and used to water the fields and trees that gives them food. They rarely need to travel down on the ground.
No one knows who built this place, or how it can float in thin air. A rider was brought here hundreds of years ago by a large falcon who was in his debt for saving his life. Down on the ground, the place is considered a legend and a myth, where demons and angels hide.
