Xivante

I first laid my eyes upon a world born of magic itself. Shimmering plants and leaves swayed overhead, luminescent in the deepest hours of night. The stars above shone with such brilliance, even in the light. The scurry of creatures, bizarre and strange, resounded around me as they were startled by my sudden arrival into the world I'd not known.   It was beautiful, and it was strange. Everything felt odd, but exciting and new, like a child exploring the woods for the first time. Yet the new faded and withered, and what I once saw as bizarre and glorious turned mundane.   I remember murmuring, "I want to go home," after wandering for so long.   A soft voice, gentle and kind, replied from the woods, "Dear stranger, you're surely mistaken. This is home."