We are on a terrace-like area with a view of the entire floor below.
The stuff we are standing on is like a kind of fluffy pastel-green color grass.
Below us is an orchard of trees.
Bare branched and slender.
Why are trees growing on the floor of a building?
But that is not the only thing that is odd.
The branches bear not fruit but glass orbs.
Glass orbs with lights glowing inside of them.
Electric blues, purples, and greens.
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The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
