Come with me to my land down under. No, not that one, a different one… a land where rocks and roots replace the sky. A place where rivers flow both beneath and above… where sunlight doesn’t shine and shade is everywhere… where strange creatures glow in the dark as they hop or fly or swim, twinkling like the stars in the night sky. The rivers from above drip down like a thick muddy rain, and cause the rivers below to flow.
It’s very hard to leave this place once here, unless you know the way. Unfortunately, I don’t… do you?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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