Somewhere hidden within the clouds, in a far, far, far away land. There was an upside-down mountain hanging from the rims of the skies.
The mountain and anything that lived on it was all upside down, or that would be the case for anyone not living within the mountain. Even its waterfalls didn't fall down and went up. The gravity on that area was reversed, and to keep something like that from bending to the laws of the world, you must be someone of extraordinary talents.
There was a small pagoda at the top of the mountain where a single man always had his morning tea, listened to the chirping of birds, and worked on his endless pile of documents.
The man was old and wore a purple gown. In each of his hands were five rings, and on each of these rings was the symbol of a beast. The man used began by shaking his index finger calling out a massive crane into existence.
