Dreamland

Dreaming of a perfect palace
Lands overflowing with forest fountains and rich earth, beckoning home the lost and forgotten.
Peace in a pristine package, earth ebbing with eclectic energy, flowing with the pace of sand falling through the cracks.
A castle awaits those who search, vines slithering up the cobblestones; Taking back what was once theirs, never to be disturbed again.
Those who seek this land let her be, never dare to leave a trace.
Barefoot beauty between broken branches, believing in the bend of brighter beginnings.
An archway formed with willow trees leading to a secret cove, a treasured land secluded from eyes tainted by greed and gluttony.
Pay tribute to the land by an ancient alter, then make haste home to leave no marks.
Protecting Posiden's poignant peace, paralyzing pigs who dare pick what can't be replaced.
The wanderers wade through wicked waters, and the perfect palace remains as such, sun sneaking through to caress the cove once more.