The Moon Coral Atoll

From the outside, the Moon Coral Atoll looks like curling spiked vines made of chalk. Against common sense the Coral seems to ignore gravity, much like The Skyreach forest, and this has allowed it to convert the small islands that were once dotted here into a single linked chain of twisting paths. The coral has also spread up, though it is not completely weightless so has found its limits so several hundred feats in the sky.  From a distance it can often look as if you're approaching a snow-covered land, with the islands standing as mountains and the bridges between them valleys.    The bleached white detail is not the coral's true nature though. It's a dead husk, the remnants of the coral pushed out from the vibrant and colourful core. At the heart of it a mad medley of bizarre alien shapes flutter in imaginary currents. Its heart is an ever-expanding core of Coral, said to be fed on the dreams of all those of Reef. The Coral is often seen as a threat to Reef, an invasive species it occasionally finds its way onto other islands, rapidly growing before it is found and broken apart, the dust returned to the Atoll of fear of it finding root or spreading nightmares elsewhere. Only the desperate or foolhardy spend much time in the depths of the Coral. This reputation is not helped as it is said that deep within hide powerful fey, who gorge themselves on the Coral's captured dreams.   Despite this dark reputation the Moon Coral is seen as a place of beauty, flitting between its spikes and curling beams mundane birds and fish that fly by some arcane nature feed off it.  It has a diverse biome of life, mostly undisturbed by the march of progress in the other parts of Reef. Structures do appear dotted in the Atoll, all abandoned now as the Coral has reclaimed them, they are the evidence of the pride of the mortals of Reef, who sought to conquer the Coral itself.   Somehow making a home here are wild tribes of Gnomes and Halflings, both light enough to move through the often delicate coral without breaking it apart and plunging into a new twist or turn. They mostly keep to themselves and limit their dealings with the outside, if one leaves they may find they can never return. Those few who have left imply that the tribes serve the Coral itself, worshipping it as a diety.