Photo by Todd McKinley
Follow the winding shore, to the edge where naught but water laps.
Throw yourself to the four winds as they converge upon your small form.
Separate heaven and earth from life and death as you wind your way round columns of clouds.
And when you’ve reached to the stars and blackness, turn back and look upon this world.
There, floating about the sea will you find a people free,
From tyranny and hate that no longer enslaves them to stone and jewel.
This is Terra Lucidum, let her banner fly as hi as the gulls. From the waters to the stars rule mortal mankind.
Lest we forget, take upon your back the clouds, the sky, the storm and the squall.
Till sea claims your form when you fall.
There you will find Terra Lucidum.