I sat on an arching cliff edge, on one of the tallest mountains of another floating island. The scenery was green and loud with life, fauna and flora dominating the area like the buildings of a capital city.   There was no reason for me to be here. There was nothing that needed collecting or work to be done. I was simply here because I felt like it. And for that nonreason, I loved it. This simultaneous sense of freedom, but also that sense of peace one can normally only find at home. But to me, this whole world was home. This Old World.