The lands below us were lush, to a degree I thought was absolutely impossible. Great rolling fields of thick, healthy green grass dominated the right side of the ground rails, stretching out far into the distance and broken up occasionally by patches of beautiful, vibrant flowers and groves of large, thick trees that all bore dense, leafy green foliage. The flowers and trees were all of species I’d never seen before, much less thought were capable of existing. To the right of those ground rails was an enormous, darker green forest of even larger and wilder looking trees that itself stretched out for a great distance. The unkempt, sun-blocking density of the forest’s foliage stirred my primordial senses of danger the same way other natural Zebrican dangers did. And the smell of the plant life reached my nose during my observations, the sheer healthiness and palpable fertility of it all almost suffocating in how juxtaposed it was to the rest of Zebrica.