“Moving through the Mortal Plane”

“Tell me about why you left the city” said Calliope …

Yet it was filthy.  Thick with distortions, with manipulation and excess.

“It was a travesty of what could be. The air was thick with pollution and the minds of the people were bent. We were ALL bent by this place.”

“I longed for something different.  Something brighter.  Someplace where the magic was flush, where things were clearer and cleaner. Not only for myself, but for others – to protect them from the Shadow Age.”

“I was a young adult when I left the city of New York in search of a finer world.”

“There was something cleaner out there, something green.  Something away from what felt like a cacaphony of constant manipulations.”

“Were you scared?”

“Not really. I was more frightened of going mad inside the asylum of vibrations that was my life in the city.”

“And it was magical.  The very essence of the myth of that traveling bard and his traversal of the realms of Faerie …”

“Yet this was not the only world, and I soon discovered the path I walked leading me into other worlds, ones of neon color and emergent light.  A new world to replace the olde.”