This is a place of layered contrasts: colossal, columnar trees rising in solemn rows while smaller saplings twist in bewildered spirals; pale, phosphorescent fungi nestle in shadowed hollows; clear pools mirror the sky with unsettling fidelity, sometimes showing not the present light but echoes of other nights. Wildlife is adapted to the blue cast—creatures with slate fur and eyes that shine silver, insects trailing filaments of bioluminescence like tiny lanterns. Sounds are muffled and intimate: distant twig snaps, the rustle of scaled leaves, an occasional call that could be bird or wind.