Here is the first part of the story I promised.. I edited it from the original which was short, sketchy and rushed in my excitement to get to the good part. I’ve created most of this from scratch today, but I think this is near enough to how I want it.
We live in a small village on the edge of the third layer of our planet Naidis. Our homes no longer face out onto the falls as they used to, for our Ancestors piled heavy rocks in the grooves along the edge, far higher than the loneliest clouds, blocking out the suns but also, the Others. The rocks are immovable, as they have been sharpened to slice the skin and removing one will result in the rest smashing down, killing instantly. There is not much light down here. What little we have comes from the craters in the floor of the layer above, the Fourth Layer, and it shines down like spot lights in every bright colour imaginable. There are plenty of life forms, but none like that of the Old World my ancestors came from. Our Layer, Crysiline, is mainly deep forest, filled with the sounds of trickling water, swaying branches, the chattering of the Moving Creatures and the waving of the heat. Our plants grow happily in the dark. They grow into tall trees, higher than the tallest mountain, their leaves always a deep, beautiful red and glistening from their sweat as our layer fluctuates in heat intensity. Others become great flowers, as tall as they are wide, decorated in mysterious patterns, shapes and shades. Some grow slender limbs covered with soft, light feathers allowing them to fly through the forests, planting seeds for future generations. And all are conscious. I have lived here my entire life, but I know that one day, things will change for me. I can feel it.