Worldbuilding

I emerged from the hollow of the tree into a land I had long imagined. I saw at once it was all wrong: the mile-high cliffs, the million golden birds. I had known nothing of the scale of the world while I was in it. This place I had dreamed up could not keep itself together and still hold people like me. Yet there was the ground beneath my feet, firm and true, and blanketed with singing flowers.