Once upon a time. 
A long, long time ago. 
When the world was very young.
The sun broke.
The mountains rose. 
And I was woven into being.

Made of stories.
Of stars.
Of thunder.
I found my way.
Through.

I am an oracle.
An artist.
A healer.
A siren. 

I call you into The Evers. 
Into the imaginary landscape of your being. 
The one that exists just beyond your gaze. 
A world of myth. 
Of archetypes. 
Of make believe made real. 

I believe that there is work to be done.
Healing to be had. 
In the realm of story. 
Of wonder. 
Of experience. 
Work that is to be done.
In the inhabitation of such.