The ancients knew of a land enchanted that offered endless possibilities. Where wonder wandered unfettered and awe was accessible always. Its locus was buried deep in a camouflaged mass of grayness, a complex, convoluted landscape of mountainous rifts, sheer escarpments and unfathomable valleys, yet capable of shape shifting to mirror flatness at will.
The curious who ventured beyond the facade of its off-putting grayness and immersed themselves in the craggy depths of its energy-pregnant atmosphere were rewarded with vast experience and perceptions. Experiences both beautiful and mysterious as they explored its limitless horizons and places within places. Places such as Mogadore Rune.
The secrets buried in the belly of Mogadore Rune were as diverse as the cold, wet Norse seas and hot, arid Arabian desert. At its heart was a ruggedness, fluidity and serenity that coalesced into a fascinating mystical landscape. Stars glittered from sage green skies, rocks and mountains pulsed like lava lamps and as the sun rose from whichever direction it chose, the light beams from stars reflected on its pale tangerine chromosphere. Caverns drenched in light beckoned to be explored and became brighter rather than darker the further in one ventured. Just breathing induced feelings of endless possibilities to all who drank in the potentiality of its rarified air.
The bounty Mogadore Rune offered went unharvested by many – those unwilling to delve into the off-putting grayness of its facade. They did not reap the benefits of the magic it possessed or the beauty of its limitless power.
As is want to happen, as time beyond measure passed and the ancients were long gone from the memories of most, new generations of people came and went too. New people always brought new ways of doing and new ways of communicating. Those that were bent on exploring beyond the off-putting grayness still experienced Mogadore Rune’s limitless possibilities, its wonder and awe. Its magic and beauty still existed, never to be depleted.
Yet no one, not even the ancients, would ever know one of its best kept secrets. That the place called Mogadore Rune was once, long, long before the ancients, known as Cerebral Rune.
kathy johnson
Hi Carol, This such a beautiful piece, love the rich and earthy colors. The story you’ve written suits it so well. My imagination is planning a trip to this “enchanted land that offers endless possibilities.” : )
carol@mylifewithcreativity.com Post author
Kathy, Thanks for your feedback. I’m so happy you enjoyed it! Linda Peduzzi commented on the art when I posted it last year that it reminded her of a Tolken image and that it called for a story to go along with it. Until I conjured up a title for the piece I didn’t know what to write. It was fun spinning this yarn.