There are places in this world where time

stands still. Clouds stop drifting, and wind

no longer blows. I have walked among them.

Ancient spirits dwell there. They speak to

those who listen with their heart. Well-worn

dreams pull me back. I see behind closed eyes.

Painted walls and stone temples tell stories of

our past. Ageless caves open their wombs to

bleed out history. One touch and I live again.

Dreams plant themselves within us. We are

rooted in the rock. There is magic in these places.

Come take my hand and walk with me.