It's Skylofts All the Way Down
It was another lazy day of sky sailing, Skyloft and all its residents suspended in the air. So high up, it was easy to lose track of whether it was the clouds floating past the islands of the island floating past the clouds.
Pipit's watch was up. He had spent the night patrolling the island to keep it safe. The sky around the island was coloring a pinkish purple, the eastern corner of the cloudsea stained vibrant magenta as the sun rose above the downy sheet that separated them from anything that might have been below.
As a child, Pipit had nightmares about what was below.
He'd trip off the edge or he'd tumble after leaning over trying to get a glimpse of the abyss below. He'd fall, fall, fall, and fall, a boy caught in the drapery of rushing wind slipping around him but never slowing his fall. He'd watch Skyloft fade above as the wind greedily snatched away his screams. No one ever heard.
Five minutes of free fall later, the sea of clouds would swallow him. Beneath the fluffy white an ocean of darkness seethed. Thick blackness surrounded his helpless form and he'd thrash. He didn't even know if he was falling anymore. He couldn't tell. There were no objects getting smaller or growing bigger. There was just blackness and loneliness and air surrounding him. And if he was falling, nothing would stop his fall, and there was certainly nothing to catch him. It was just falling forever, for weeks at a time. Falling until you grew hungry and thirsty.
Like every Skyloftian, Pipit still wondered what was below the clouds. Personally, he'd adopted the belief that below if you fell all the way through the half-mile thick cloud barrier, you'd reach another level of open air, and floating in the middle would be another City in the Sky, filled with more people. And below them would be another cloud barrier, and below that yet another city, and on and on until you fell right back into Skyloft again. It was Skylofts all the way down.
But the theory was still lofty-minded enough that Pipit didn't trust his life to test it out. He couldn't fathom how you could fall back into Skyloft, because in his time he'd flown up as high as his loftwing could, and the air was solid blue straight to the sun. But he didn't want to believe that there was a way you could fall to the bottom of the last sky-level either. He figured that some way or another, they had to circle back together again, meaning there would be a Skyloft above as well as below them. The Skylofts stacked together and eventually came full circle.
Pipit sighed. The whole idea was jut so confusing. But it beat falling through blackness until you died of thirst any day.
And the idea of there being a Surface of land beneath Skyloft? How ludicrous. Masses of land just couldn't get that big, and what would they be floating on? Another Skyloft? How silly it was. But Pipit had it figured out. It was Skylofts all the way down.
Author note: Thanks for reading!
This is an old fic I found on my computer that I figured some people might find funny, even if it has literally no plot. But, more excitingly…I have new fics coming! 4 years after my last post and I am (apparently) still writing! I finished BOTW and as per usual my head started churning out fic ideas. So add me to your alerts to hear about it!