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Welcome!
The eerie, silent creatures
Doth welcome you to this land.
Looks of tiredness and loneliness -
Maybe you need a hand?
Beware the tall fellow
With fingers shaped like hooks.
But what did your mother say
About covers on little books?
Embrace the little one
With its amiable psalmsBut would you do the sameWhen it changes in your arms?All is not what it seems In this here little land.
The grass is maybe greener
Is it you that gives the hand?Welcome, dear friends, or the lone souls who enters unknowingly to the land of my imagination. Here, filled with all my heart, lies the greatness of my very thoughts. However, like the water exploding from crevice, these thoughts run wild. So I have made a land for all of them, where they may reside in happiness. And one day I may come back to this land – to witness the fruits of my thoughts but until that day comes, I am as unknown of the happenings as you are, my dear reader. But I will hope that I will witness great things.So welcome to this land, my friend, for you have encountered a new era, a new space of thoughts. And if you so wish to place a hand or a thought, please send it up into the heavens for both of us to witness.