The platform has become less lonely as more living creatures began inhabiting it. Molluscs of all kinds have appeared on the island. Some as small as a nail, others as large as a wolf. Some are as mundane as slugs and some are bizarre like the frumious running snail. They crawl all over the platform, on the trees and on the pillars. They call home the watery deep home much like how they call the dry land theirs. Some trees have been made bare of leaves and some homes have been fully eradicated of inhabitants by their voracious appetites yet at the same time, the insects and fish have had the time of their lives as another source of food beyond vegetation and insects have graced the ecosystem.
At the same time, a number of arachnids have appeared and built fortresses made of silk upon the boughs of the trees. There were some that made no web and hunted. Their numbers are many, and many a insect had met their fate ensnared upon their sticky webs. Only the large molluscs do they have trouble ensnaring, but some of the hunting spiders find them a delicacy.
A nest has appeared on the edge of the platform. The straw and twig nest was made in such a way that the eggs that it may contain remains safe and heated even without a mother sitting on it. Six eggs appeared in the nest, and all hatched one after another a few days later. The ducklings that hatched from the eggs were welcomed into the world full of life, food, and greenery. Much of them grows into big healthy ducks, but some had fallen into a terrible fate, feasted upon by vicious insects and monstrous snails. The ducks that survived thrived, and made nests of their own. In the next year, six more eggs appeared in the first nest, a new generation of ███-given ducklings. A small popupation of ducks made the waters their home, sufficiently away from the monstrous molluscs and vicious insects, but they still return to dry land to nest.
A similar thing has happened in the kingdom of A Duck deep beneath the waves. A number of ducks loyal to their liege, A Duck, has spawned in amidst the kelp forests and sea grass plains by the shores of the syrupy seas. They bow before A Duck, swearing and showing their loyalty to the aged A Duck. With them, A Duck had a true kingdom with subjects. The Order of the Duck Knights was formed.
At this time, A Duck's age has begun to show. He had become weak after a couple decades of life. He would die sooner than later. He didn't want to leave life without leaving something beyond a skeleton and an empty crown, but none of the duck knights under his employ appealed to him. He sat atop his diamond throne languishing upon his legacy until a spark of inspiration came to him. From the diamond block and the golden staff, he carved out a statue made to look like himself when he was younger. Using mud and some feathers, the diamond sculpture had become indistinguishable from a living duck. A Duck proposed to it, christening it That Duck, the Queen of All That Which She Beholds, and was very surprised for it to move and reply. The once diamond statue had become flesh and blood. Together, they had a nest of fours, future princes and princesses of their kingdom. A Duck was happy.
The ant colonies of the island had received a blessing from the ███s. Sprouting from the ground, the ants have found a fungus covering the ground like manna, eating through plant matter and producing nutritious flesh. Many colonies discover this fungus and develop fungiculture. They harvest leaves and feed them to their fungus fields which produce more nutrition than if they directly ate the leaves directly. This leads to larger and more sophisticated colonies with dedicated chambers and facilities for the cultivation of these fungi. After years of cultivation, a number of strains have arisen: some for taste, some for efficiency, and others for medicinal purposes.
And that was all that was created this turn, but not all that has occurred.
More fish had found their way to the abundant forests on the sea floor, and now they compete with the ducks on grazing pastures and syrup pools. The ducks tried their best to shoo away the invasive fish, but alas, even with their best, they could not keep the fish away for long. For the first time in years, the levels of the syrup pools had ceased rising, countered by the constant consumption of plant and animal.
Not long after the creation of the divine nest, an unfortunate duck met their fate while wading in the water. The meat was gnawed from their bones, and their skeleton fell towards the dark depths. When it reached the bottom, the ducks of the deep were baffled by its duck-like structure. It wasn't the first. Year after year, a duck skeleton or two would fall from above, until A Duck could no longer take the insult and charged to the surface with a squad of duck knights to confront the source of this slight.
They rose to the above, following the great pillars that held up the sky, until light and more light came around them. Light! Up there, there was more light than they could imagine, and the waters around them glowed with its signature azure blue. It hurt their eyes. At the same time as the light, life came. Schools of fish, clouds of green, swam around them. Snails, slugs, and all sorts floated in the light water and the rough concrete. Farther and farther they went up until they came to the surface where they saw a dry world they've never seen before. Noisy and lively with minuscule life.
There, they also found the surface ducks who swam away from them strange deep-dwelling ducks. A Duck tried to get them to join his kingdom, but in the midst of the negotiation, a large wolf snail jumped from above, pouncing upon an inattentive A Duck. A duck knight jumped to the action to save their liege, but alas perished alongside him. Sadly, they returned from their trip with the corpse of their king in tow. That Duck was outraged that they had let this happen to A Duck, and so they were exiled to the edge of the kingdom where there was not as much food or syrup. The queen sent some knights to the surface to protect the ducks of the surface. There they find the divine nest that bears eggs laid by no mother. A new order was formed to protect this nest, the Order of the Nest Knights.
And so the world turns. Years pass, and things change. The forest grows grander and more crowded as time goes on. And the world once again yearns for your touch.