Deep within the Discontinuum lies the Green World. This is an image from a story I once wrote back in 1986 based on the Brian Eno album "Another Green World". I'm going to publish it on World Anvil and it could use a bit of art work, so here is one piece. At the start of the story, three people in a hot air balloon who come from a kind of steam punk world accidentally fall through a portal between universes to arrive here at the Green World, over a tropical island they call "Fire Island". In the rest of the story we learn about other people from other universes who have all suffered a similar fate, as well as something about the Green World's own inhabitants, before following the fate of the travellers in the balloon to its conclusion.... From the story:- "Another green world lazes in the sun. Another green world sleeps in the shade of its own slowly turning body. How peaceful it is and how empty! It is a world of a myriad tropical islands without a continent and a northern continent without islands. There it lies at the bottom of an energy well - the local minimum in an uncharted plane of parallel histories - the most indolent of its neighbours. To be there is to be overwhelmed by wind, water and sun. It is to be dominated and diminished by the green. One by one it takes them in the fractures; slippages between the times that move towards the restoration of some ill defined interuniversal equilibrium. But in the green world there is only the present. It is not a place to think about the future or the past, but to dream like the thriving plants in an eternal now. The temptation and the lotus live."