In Hyperborean Avalon on the Magnetic Black Rock Axis Mundi of Eden, where all men stand in truth and peace.

In the land beyond the North winds and the dancing, shimmering multi coloured glow of their Borealis, where life is clear and all spirits fly free.

A wild land of dense ancient forests, vast rolling green meadows and brutal guardian mountains lay broad. A land of sun were no toil sullies the soul by working the fertile soil.

Here the sinews of men are stretched taught and tested in creative endeavour, not grievous destruction.

Though sorrows have been known and evil once pressed it’s dark influence, now across the land, no shadow has lay for many long years.

Illness and wasting old age visit not this hallowed race.

Everyday, all souls soar completely, breath deeply, thrive and sleep the sleep of the most content.

On a mid summers eve, washed with a warm summer breeze, after a day full joy, laughter and singing Mayya sleeps.

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