Many seasons have passed since first my search began, with each night came a
quest.... to escape from a world where I could find no peace, only despair. Each
night brought a sense of hope and each day, despair. Some nights I would catch a
glimpse that would soon disappear mong a myriad of thoughts and images, but
still I would wade through and seek what I knew was waiting to welcome me.....
Elysium to Greec, Byzantium to Yates. Few brief glimpses had strenghtened my
desire and the lust for my own paradise, gave strenght to my withering soul.