Far from THE Undersnow, far from any Legacy few ever heard of, an island floated in the dark.
It was an Elsedimension, and it was green!
It held the green of every forest that had ever grown, gathered in one place and set adrift. Its trees rose higher than mountain ranges, their trunks wider than cities, their bark grey and silver and soft with moss. Their canopies spread so vast that whole Dimensions rested in their branches like nests, and inside those Dimensions, Observable Existences turned slowly in green light. Roots hung down beneath the island for light yeras into the dark, trailing like the hair of something sleeping.
This was part of THE Legacy of THE Unwithering Grove. It had stood since before the last Cycle began, and it had sheltered a great many things.
The Long Night had found it anyway!
