Crystal lights adorn the walls as Peacocks fan with their tails in full display. I walk barefoot over golden cobble stones and stand on marble stair cases. I wave my hand and light flies from my fingertips. Glistening sparks dance from my hand and form unusual shapes. I step on to a platform made of Black hewn stone that is smooth and cold beneath my feet. As I begin to rise into the heights of the mysterious world I am sure it is a dream. Then I see spires of castles made of pure White stone reaching through portals to other places I have yet to explore and I pinch myself but do not awake, then I wonder is it really a dream or have I always been here and I am only now waking up to the reality and wonder of the world in which I truly live.