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We walked down the aisle of light and through the doorway. The light blinded me for a moment, and when I was able to see once more my eyes widened. Tristan and I stood on a large root with a railing on the far side. Over the railing was a drop of some two hundred feet, and a view I couldn’t believe.
Spread out before us was a world of tall, thick trees, great and larger than any redwoods I had ever seen. Wood stairs wrapped around their girth and traveled upward to countless houses and small buildings. Their walls were formed by the branches of those great trees and their roofs were the leaves. At the bottom of the trunks were large roots as wide as roads, and used as such by the many strange people who walked along them.
Every creature of every old tale of the forest traversed
