This is my Elysium. Welcome. In here, there are eternal springs, clear skies, and a beautiful blazing sun is glowing down at us. The path we walk, a great and ageless road, is paved out before us. By no means straight or unspoiled, it is paved none the less and guarded by the solemn ancient guardians that are the trees that provide us shade on our journey and fence out would be foes.

There is wildness here, a tameless sense of freedom that makes every shimmer of light that pierces the canopy of green a wild oportuinity, and every branching path through our guardian forest both dangerous and inviting. At the same time there is The Law, a justice, a rule that penetrates everything both seamlessly and totally.

It's in this order I take hope, and cherish. It's in these bylaws I trust.

It's in these woods, and in the boundless hills beyond, I hide. I scribble words of stories conjured into existence, telling the tales of the paths not taken, of the worlds that may very well exist beyond my guardian forests. It's here, on this lonely path, I tell my stories trying to give my own definition to the Laws that we all sense, as flawed and failed as that definition is.

It's in this forest that I write. It's on this Road that I travel. Welcome to my Elysium.