The inside of the monolithic tree looked nothing like a tree's insides ought to look, at least according to Ariel's preconceptions. It was not dark and spooky and icky-feeling. It was, in fact, much brighter than the diminishing twilight outside, and was pleasant for many reasons. The most prominent of these reasons was the source of the light; millions of tiny golden bubbles that filled the air. They weren't nearly as large and bright as the light that had guided them, nor did they move about so willfully. Instead, they delicately descended, like snowflakes from the sun.

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