The following days repeated a pattern of soaring through the sky by day and eating and resting by night until, finally, the island they sought came into view. During these nights, Frog asked Bird many questions about his travels and the wonders he had seen, and each time, Bird told him to be patient and that one day, he would share all he knew.

“Are those trees made of stone?” Asked Frog as the island's marvel was revealed to them. There were structures, unlike anything he had ever seen. From this distance, he could make out towering trees that looked caved in from the rock itself and platforms over the water.

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“I don’t think they are trees, but I don’t fully understand what we are seeing either. Do you, Bird?” Called Crocodile over the winds.

“Somewhat, but only because I’ve seen something like this before, far south of here. It’s how I first learned of this strange island from an ancient raptor. She called this place the last great city, the final refuge before escape,” Bird answered.