As the mist faded and a light-the source of which went undetected-shone through I saw the valley floor. To describe what I saw I must appeal to the simple model of a child's play room. For in such a place, there is a completely controlled and contrived environment. But this is not in reference only to that of the room's contents being 'safe' or 'malleable' representations of things outside of it. Rather, this description is inspired by 'how' everything looked. The trees, the grass, the flowers, everything gave a dull soft glow to where their shadows went up against the horizon just as the toys scattered in a room cast shadows on its walls; instead of casting them on the ground. It was as if a great omnipresent lamp was placed on the circumambient lamp stand of some meta-spatial position. It dawned on me that since this was the lowest point of the world I'd traveled, that even the darkness of shadows couldn't fall any further. But it was strange that the light itself could. It only proved the adage that light is more fundamental than darkness and can survive in places where nothing else can; even common sense.
I stepped towards the interior of the valley, where a beautiful field of wildflowers stood. Each plant was arrayed with a distinct color and texture. There was no floral arrangement, only a calico of hues to where no two were alike. And furthermore, each flower was enormous. I mean to say that they were large for flowers, but they were not gigantic in the ordinary sense. I would say that the average petal from each one was the size of my leg. And they were all in the shape of a tulip. In fact, the flowers all looked like large cups attached to green stems stuck into the ground. This is quite the reverse of what is typically imagined of flower groves. Most often, one rightly thinks of them as growing up from the ground. And there was nothing there that would have contradicted this observation, nor supported it. And yet the non-inferential intuition was just the opposite. That they had grown upside down. That they had germinated in the air, the roots were the blossoms and the unseen roots were their budding finales. I don't know how this thought invaded my conception of them, but there it was; like the name of a person or knowledge of an effect's cause.
