No one knows how the thing came to be, whether it was lost somewhere in time, created in secrecy, or if it's all just a trick of the mind---a dream even---but one thing is known: nothing good can come of it. Fashioned like one of the first zeppelins and run constantly above the clouds, never seen, if one wakes here there is no escape. The Red Crayon Aristocrats rule this area with their demented games and ghoulish imps to do their bidding. A fairytale gone wrong, the airship proves a perfect place for torture and anything the aristocrats may devise to test every moral you hold dear.
Enjoy your flight.
