How To Describe Being In A Fantasy World?

The wind whipped around us as I sat at the edge of the canyon, my tail swishing lazily over the precipice. Below stretched an impossibly vast expanse of flat ocean, shimmering like molten silver under the sun. A chain of floating islands hovered in the distance, tethered to the seabed by massive, ancient chains. Waterfalls cascaded from their edges, dissolving into mist before they reached the flat surface below.

I leaned back on my palms, letting out a long breath. Flat-earthers would have lost their minds here. I snorted at the thought. If anyone from my old world had seen this view, they'd have come up with a dozen conspiracy theories before taking a single picture.