Midnight arrived over the floating realm draped in velvet indigo and silver starlight.
Up at five thousand feet above the mortal world, there was no dust, no woodsmoke, and no earthly haze to blur the heavens. The sky high sky was an infinite dome of breathtaking, diamond bright glare. The Milky Way swept across the zenith like a broad river of liquid pearls, and ancient, colorful nebulae glowed with violet and sapphire fire, appearing so close that one felt as though they could reach out an arm and scoop a handful of glowing stars from the sky like jewels from a treasure chest.
Beneath the floating cliffs, the boundless ocean of white clouds reflected the full autumn moon. It glowed with a soft, ghostly silver soft glow that stretched for thousands of miles.
The twelve hanging waterfalls continued their ceaseless, musical descent.
By daylight, they were ribbons of seven-colored rainbows. Under the midnight moon, they were transformed into shimmering curtains of liquid silver and moon-dust, leaping from the granite precipices and atomizing ten thousand feet through the clouds into the mortal valleys below. The underground springs remained pure and endless, their gentle, rhythmic thunder rolling across the cloud sea like the distant lullaby of an ancient world at peace.
