The City of Homeni

Back in my world, a, as we are calling it, we see the shattered surface of the world above the ether sea. The parts of the land that the sea has yet to swallow up have been rent into thousands of gigantic pieces. And some of them remain sort of resolutely attached to the land beneath them, but many of them are just floating in a spiral around the storm in this chaotic orbit. There is an ivory white palace with golden spires that glisten in sunlight and there are dozens of sort of monastic clergy people tending to lush gardens. Down every hall there are just psalms of ous gratitude echoing around the building.