CHAPTER 73Josyff stared in amazement at the view. He was still on a high vantage, but the mountains which had swept to the far distance on the other side of the building were here tapering rapidly into a vast undulating plain.
It was broken by slow, meandering rivers and ragged stretches of weary forest and, where the many greens of a wild landscape might have been expected, were the browns and yellows of decaying and dead vegetation.
What has blighted this place? Josyff thought, not without an unexpected twinge of guilt, as though it might in some way be his fault. After all, everything here was supposed to have been derived from his own thoughts.
Then again, even if that were so, he was not its creator.
All of which was irrelevant, of course. What was happening was beyond any reasoni
