A place I dream of often.

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Where even time now slumbers within the lull of shadow and song of light, an old place still lingers. Its tales are forgotten by the realms of men, but he who finds its secret paths will find soon its ageless gift.

Take the bridge beyond the waterfall to stand upon a flet of soft hewn stone and look upon this realm. Forsaken by our kind for long has our belief in such places been buried within a cold hard earth, harsh and unforgiving.

Hear the song within this place and let the sweet scent of meadow green wipe yon tears away. Let your soul be nude where no pain can be. It is within your heart, beyond the clouds of fog and black seas of doubt. Where you can still see the white towers of hope, their arches reaching with tender fingers to the newborn sun. Here, far from the hissing snakes of our world's treachory, where the child within still slumbers in the swattle of innocence.

...Will you walk with me?