The breath of lyfe. Laefe is dense with rainforest and veined by rivers that rush to the world's edges and pour, verdantly, into the white abyss. Fast Natura drifts upward and re-rain the green canopy, completing a skyward hydrology that laughs at gravity and the repetitive. Civilizations suspends themselves in the green: vine-bridged wonders, clearwaters, glider-ports on cliffs that look out over forever. Laefe is kin to wonder; its color is of a million shades of green. Near the north of the Ultraverse, Ánimás and Naturas see the bloom of a new living rapture of the brink from becoming a casualty of awe and the warmth of fresh forests and never ending leaves.