If you  voler  down (or is that up) towards the  sol  of the Great Valley, you will see that its  vide   surface  is actually canopy of an enormous  forêt . The  nuit   air  is clean, and the wake of your  vol  over the leaves gives off a small glow that makes everything visible to your well-tuned negative-seeing  yeux . You can hear the calls of  individuel   arbres , calling out to their scattered relatives and parents, and the creak of the trunks that try to turn this way and that, straining to understand the messages that are being passed to them through the  terre , through their roots. Each  arbres  feels the missing others as phantom limbs, roots and leaves that should be there, and which at times act as if they actually are  connecté , though in truth they are  loin  away, and in some cases were logged and sawn 30 years ago.     Hive-Maker avait écrit qu'il imaginait cet endroit couvert d'une végétation dense où les âmes des morts vivaient sous la forme de petites lumières flottantes.