'What would the Orange Garden look like from high up in the sky...?'
'A forest of green canopy dotted with round, yellow orbs. Would it look like a branch heavy with fruit?'
If that were the case, it would surely be a bountiful orchard. After walking with Bohemia for twenty or thirty minutes, Lin Sanjiu had already spotted over a dozen giant oranges. The messages on them were a wide variety—confusing, interesting, and strange ones alike—but she hadn't seen the words "astral plane" anywhere.
"Small fry are just small fry,"
Bohemia was getting warm from the walk. She gathered her soft, brown curls with one hand, revealing a pale stretch of her neck. She looked thoroughly displeased. "People who can't even get into the astral plane have the nerve to leave their experiences behind... What a waste of a good orange."
