Even the foundational realms themselves are not fixed in their seeming immutability.
Land has become lake as the great deluge continues.
The familiar has taken on a new fluid form and our viewpoints change.
The meadows are transformed into gently swaying pools of weed that move in concert with unfamiliar currents.
Everywhere the greensward has become a giant mirror and the sky has descended to kiss the verdant earth.
Tree tops and soaring eagles appear underfoot, whilst rain falls upwards from the hidden depths.
This is not the dance of opposites, it is rather the play of unity, shape shifting its way across the ever changing ecology.
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