This place was like a green heaven.
The hollow inside the colossal tree stretched endlessly upward and outward, and the walls of it felt alive with glowing veins that cast soft emerald-gold light.
Vines arrayed themselves like curtains, blooming with tiny luminescent flowers. Dozens, or maybe hundreds, of fairies fluttered through the air afar: they were all slender and having delicate-looking bodies in gleaming dresses or petal skirts. And their wings were shimmering in every shade of pastel.
Some carried baskets of glowing pollen; while others danced lazy spirals around floating orbs of light somewhere.
Certain small creatures darted among them, while sparkling firefly-like insects, fuzzy winged rodents with leaf ears, and translucent butterflies whose wings trailed stardust, played about.
And everywhere I looked: I was smitten by cuteness. Slender waists with graceful limbs, bright eyes and fluttering wings. It was overwhelming in the best way.
Is this Cuteland Park?!
