In a faraway land reachable only by the chosen ones who have passed the trial of fire, there existed a place spoken of only in hushed tones and overexcited comment threads. A place that welcomed everyone and no one.
It was a place one didn't so much gently enter as they were hooked and claimed. If such a place had been home to a pyramiding scam, it would have been impossible to even make an arrest.
It was said to be built beneath a ceiling of glass and light, where stone paths curved like lazy rivers through living green. Trees grew where walls should have been while water murmured where silence ought to be. Lamps glowed softly as if afraid to interrupt the peace. Tables waited patiently, as though they had all the time in the world and fully intended to keep everyone there.
