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' was sitting there, in the
warm California sunlight, pondering whether the pleasure of making a daisy
chain would be worth the trouble of getting up, when all at once I saw a
little white rabbit. The dear little creature looked so intent on where it
was going, and I could not help but follow it. It vanished behind a hedge,
and when I peeked behind the leaves, I found a hole. Curious, I crawled
through it, and quickly found it much larger and much deeper than I
expected. There was a quite unexpected drop, and I went tumbling down, down,
down. And I fell into the Dream.
I came to Santharia as a child, and since then have lived in many places and
done many things. My heart always leads me back here. It is the homeland to
which I am always returning. I grew with the Mahood Euwen and Silkel trees
in Santharia’s forests, and have lain in her alt’tho and fallen asleep to
the sound of her aelirels. I have sculpted her mountains and composed in her
tongues. I have known her joys and her sorrows, because they were mine, as
well.
When I was young, I must have somewhere in my mind believed that Artimidor
had built it all for me, that, even before he knew me, he created Santharia
to be the playground of my creative energies and experimentations. And as I
grew, so did Santharia, and it was both growing together, like trees melding
together in a wood. I hope he will forgive me for what I have done wrong and
love me for what I have done well, just as I love him for giving me a place
and a family I can always come home to.
I fell into the Dream when I was young. Now, many years later, I am still
dreaming. |
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