This is an odd journey through Existence.
Dimensional traveling has allowed me to link my own personal World (my own "pocket dimension", one could say) to so many wonders. They stay there rendering themselves as songs, stars, trees, flowers, creatures, rocks, buildings, monuments of such extraordinary beauty, set like living jewels in a mystical twilight.
But despite all those marvels, part of me is locked in this Realm of Flesh. And here, I am alone. For my Love resonates in a different Key, and my Magic works best within a different Music. I am a Changeling, I'm one of the Lost.
And, as such, I restlessly walk this Plane as an eternal foreigner, craving for felicitous company, for others like me, to combine and mutually strengthen our Fantasies, or True Selves (our True Will) and call them forth to regain our much beloved Home: either by bringing our Realm back around us, or by finding a way to return.
The Path is often very painful and dark, and full of melancholy -of "saudade" I'd rather say. But the Memories are strong, and so is the Love. So there is no choice but to go on through this weird Labyrinth, always following the ethereal, warm Guiding-Light of Hope.