Flanz - Skybox

The Faerie of Transmogrification transmogrified for Jay and Makepeace a lavish cell. It resembled the set of a Hollywood period piece, some English country manor's garden, flawless except for the actors the cinematographer sadly had to allow into the shot. Movies Jay's mother dragged him to until he developed enough sense of self to say "No," movies she forgot she'd seen when they played again on TV and that she watched a full second time before remembering.

Jay didn't bother dwelling on the flowers, the trees, the trellises, the little winding creek with its quaint curved bridge, all of which he figured Flanz-le-Flore put especial care into designing with some brilliant aesthetic purpose and all of which didn't matter. He focused on the wall that penned them in: tall, sheer stone. He and Makepeace quickly rounded it, patting its surface, searching for any weakness or dent, and found absolutely nothing. Not even a gate sealed shut. If Flanz-le-Flore wanted to let them out, she'd transmogrify an exit.

So Jay and Makepeace said, sure. Let's scale the wall. The garden had enough vines to make a rope. They didn't really believe it'd be possible because it was so obvious, but what surprised them was how it wasn't possible. The wall didn't actually end, in a normal way. At first glance it looked like it did; it didn't even seem that tall. But that was because it reached a ceiling. What they first assumed was a pleasant blue sky with clouds and warm sunlight was a ceiling, painted and illuminated with expert technique to imitate the sky flawlessly.

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[8] Everything's Dead But the Tree