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Gb Enga Student @ University of Lagos
Abeokuta, Nigeria
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Attended | Lagos State University(BS),
In History and Culture 3 min read
Floating island of pereya
<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>Nobody remembered when Pereya last appeared, only that it did so every few generations. Some said it drifted between worlds, others claimed it was built on the back of a sleeping god. Regardless, the legend of the floating island remained—a place of impossible colors, wild feasts, and skies that shimmered with music.</p><p><br></p><p>Talla never believed in it. She lived in the dust-bitten town of Egram, where people scraped salt from dry lakebeds and bartered for vegetables that tasted like gravel. Her father, once a pilot, told her stories of places where rain tasted like cherries and clouds were solid enough to sit on. She’d scoff, and he’d ruffle her hair and whisper, “Don’t grow up so fast, Tal.”</p><p><br></p><p>But she did. At seventeen, she worked at the copper mill and saved every coin for the fantasy of getting out.</p><p><br></p><p>Then the sky opened.</p><p><br></p><p>A humming filled the air—low, rhythmic, as if the stars themselves were singing. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up. Talla’s mouth dropped open. Above the hills to the west, floating just above the clouds, was an island. Green and lush, its edges curled like the petals of a giant flower. Waterfalls cascaded into the sky below it. Wind carried scents of roasted meats and strange spices no one in Egram had ever tasted.</p><p><br></p><p>Pereya had returned.</p><p><br></p><p>The elders gathered and muttered about signs and prophecies. Talla didn’t wait. She packed a bag, took her father’s flight goggles from the attic, and began walking west.</p><p><br></p><p>The journey was strange. The closer she got to the island, the less reality seemed to follow the rules. Birds sang in languages. Trees leaned toward her and whispered secrets in the rustle of their leaves. The ground glowed under moonlight like it was remembering something.</p><p><br></p><p>At the base of the floating island, there stood a bridge of light—something half-invisible, always shifting. As she stepped on it, music filled her bones, and gravity forgot her name.</p><p><br></p><p>She was lifted.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Pereya was everything the stories never mentioned.</p><p><br></p><p>It was massive. Whole cities floated atop its surface, each with different architectures—glass towers, floating lantern homes, coral-like structures that hummed. The sky was lavender, and the sun here moved in figure-eights.</p><p><br></p><p>No one ruled Pereya. It was alive, a place with its own will. People didn’t own land; they lived with it. Trees granted permission to build in their branches. Rivers offered you pearls if you asked kindly. And people from a hundred worlds walked side-by-side. No wars, no money—just trade, creation, celebration.</p><p><br></p><p>Talla quickly realized she could never go back.</p><p><br></p><p>She learned to cook in a kitchen that moved. She befriended talking koi who swam through the air. She fell in love with a gardener named Mien, who taught her how to paint with wind and plant seeds in clouds. They built a home together—one that sang when it rained and glowed warm during sorrow.</p><p><br></p><p>Years passed like pages in a dream. Talla grew older, happier. Her father, long gone, visited her often in her dreams. He smiled as she showed him what she’d made.</p><p><br></p><p>Eventually, Talla became a Guide—one of the few allowed to descend to the lower worlds and bring new people to Pereya. She visited Egram once, but only to see how the dust had changed. She found a little girl staring at the sky, eyes full of wonder.</p><p><br></p><p>“Do you want to see something beautiful?” she asked.</p><p><br></p><p>The girl nodded. They vanished into light.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Pereya never stopped drifting. But it always knew when someone needed it.</p><p><br></p><p>And so it continued—skyward, musical, and full of endless beginnings.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>

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