the Planet

I remember I once visited the Planet. The people there understood me -- but they seemed to be... wrong, somehow. They were a perfect utopia - except that every one of them was insane. They seemed to... They didn't seem to care at all. Insanity was just a way of life for them. They did things that... didn't make sense. For instance, they would walk around a field that nearly everything floated upward in. They went through here -- risking death sometimes -- to se the bugs and miuks. I understand that they might be nice to see but why? Why risk never seeing anything again at all? They may understand me, but I do not understand them.
The Planet itself is fairly small. It has three continents and each has between 1 and 5 cities and that's about it. The oceans are nice... The Land is pretty... The animals are beautiful - most of them are from Fuirel, though, and Fuirel was all beautiful. The plants are interesting... I'd NEVER want to get sick here, though. The sicknesses here are-- well, they're something. They're painful and more than one person I've talked to has seen the Rotting Death end the life of otherwise immortal creatures. . . . .
This world seems to accept pain - both mental and physical - as part of life. It's... sad? They're not sad, though, they actually seem happy, kind of. It-- unsettles me.. It feels wrong and sad and... I can't quite place the feeling. It's weird...