You have come by a long, hard road only to be lit up by this fire.
Anna Akhmatova
An artist expresses his sense of loss through his creative output. A nomad searches for home by wandering the deserts of life. I was once an artist, now a nomad. And I haven't found what I am looking for. Michael Mata
Welcome Brave Wanderer
Ahead of you is a thick green forest; the ground there is blue and glows with an unusual intensity. The foliage you will encounter comes in all variations of green.
Yes this is a strange place, but it is not a sinister place. There are animals made of plastic living in the trees. There are rubber flowers sprouting in odd places. It is a rather splendid forest indeed.
In the heart of the forest is a small cottage. In the cottage lives a young boy. He lives alone in the forest by himself and does not really talk to anyone unless they speak to him first.
Inside the cottage is an empty bowl, a fire place and a collection of books. But aside from a bed, a table and chair there is no other furniture.
There is only the boy. Who lives here all year round, except for winter time when he flies to a castle far away.
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