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In the boundless heights of the dream-world sky, vast distances stretch between every horizon.
The Dirigibles are made for such journeys.
They rise first in a pure vertical climb, vanishing into the colorful air, and only then drift into one of the twenty other directions that space allows.
Midway through their voyage, they turn upside down — though such a phrase hardly applies, for there is no up or down in those regions. Only motion, and the quiet hum of the dream-wind.