As they drifted closer, the truth unveiled itself:
An entire landmass suspended above the ocean, as if gravity had forgotten it.
Obelisks floated like teeth of a buried giant. Waterfalls flowed upward, coiling through the air. Trees shimmered with bio-luminescence. Massive beasts—half-bird, half-dream—glided lazily in flocks.
No steam. No wires. No turbines.
Just pure magic—wild, beautiful, and untouched.
Sharath leaned over the basket rail, mouth agape. "This isn't just floating. It's hovering through ley currents... It's alive."
It was unlike anything he had built.
Not a realm of innovation, but of instinctual magic.
He was witnessing a civilization that never needed science.
And yet, it flourished.