It is as mutable as dream stuff, delving the psychology
of the soul. Wishes, dreams, hopes and fears, they all live here, in and
around, hiding and yet fiercely visible. Enter this ephemeral place, and
be at peace. Feel welcome to pet the beasts, smell the flowers, relax upon the furnishings, peer
into the closets. You may find skeletons, but they are generally
harmless.
Or, should you prefer, roam the grounds, survey this land of
might be, of eternal possibility. Explore the
many pathways. Some lead in, like the mazes of the mind, others out like
flowing words. That which seems straight is merely a fragile moment within a
crooked, spiralled, eternally circling path. All about the Lady
Earth extends her palm, lifts forth her most precious gifts. These lands of the
heart are mostly tamed.
Mostly.
This is a realm where reality meets fantasy. Some of these pieces of me
will be real, others only wish or nightmare. All the best and the worst may
coexist, must face each other and be known. A being of both space-time and
imagining, carved into this place.
We shall see, we shall see.....
Should you awaken in this realm, translucent
feel of cobbles beneath your dreamscape feet,
and find the challenge of this home unto your liking that you should
choose to enter and explore this heart,
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