The Layer between Worlds

On the clearest of days, when the winds of the Aetherium were calm and peaceful, and the layers between worlds wore thin, the citizens of Galavar could sometimes glimpse the trees beneath the ground through the fragmenting earthsky.

Those were days to tread carefully, though – one ill-considered step and away they would float, to resurface miles, days, and sometimes lives away, naked, cold and shivering, hearts filled with wild and improbable tales, and eyes full of a terrible, haunting wonder.