FODONTALON
A galaxy hosted a planet. The planet, awash with seas, boasted a single small continent. A lone city occupied the tip top of the geographical center of the continent, a great mountain shouldering high above the plains. The single inhabitant of the city stepped to the wall surrounding the garden and peered over to admire the sheer drop to oblivion. For the briefest of moments, Fodontalon, for that was the inhabitant’s name, weighed the pros and cons of a leap to death. Cons still outweighed pros, and so Fodontalon sighed, tapped feelers and truncated limbs together, and returned to the iron meshed interior bower, where the labor of three lifetimes awaited. The walls rewarded the return with a single drip of secreted sustenance. Fodontalon lapped at it greedily with a many fingered tongue. Existence continued.
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