A majestic, ancient tree reaches far above the shard, its top obscured by the clouds. Wooden walkways, circling its way up the heavy trunk are cradled by rustic hand rails. Small cabins are nestled in its branches along the way up the boardwalk. Many of the homes enjoy a small garden of herbs growing nearby on its lofty perch. Rafts constructed of reeds float next to a pier jutting out into the large swamp surrounding the raised village.
"We're not bad people, we're not dirty, we're not mean, We love everybody, but we do as we please."