A rippling mirror....
A world of your own creation, where you can be anyone, ANYTHING, you chose to be. A lover, a singer, a fighter.
Image soft yet hauntingly violent music, whistling from the trees and flowers. The cold breeze wrapping around you, lifting you high in its embrace. Higher and higher....to where nothing can harm you, see you, hear you. Watching from you're perched, you hold the path of creation in the palm of your hand. To crush it and destroy it, or to weave its threads, an create something beautiful.
What is this world of wonder and magic? Where is this land of peace and acceptance?
It is a world we all know of. A book. A story. A painting. An escape.