home of the lost .

they say the angels rested their wings in the hot springs of a secluded land, soft petals of snow falling into the feverishly warm pools around them as they alleviated their souls. the angels would bask in the moonlight, heaving heavy sighs as they looked to the stars. it was not all peace and quiet, behind the pools laid three falls, a colder rush in comparison to the geysers of heat. they said the angels would sit in the pools, the waters turning a silvered aquamarine, the lands touched by a subtle deity.

no one knew where the wellsprings were located, but the curious would scour the lands of far and near in search of the steamed haven, but they had no luck. these earthlings craved for something they didn't know if it was real or just a fable they had heard as a child, yet the adventurers couldn't help but wonder what was out there for them. they weren't sure what had driven them, some say it was to rest their own aching hearts, and there were those who wanted to see a divinity in their own eyes. the mortals had a desire so strong, some would even harm their peers just to have a better chance to make it to the springs.

the angels themselves were humble to those who appeared at the falls and springs, they were welcoming, and they enjoyed the company of the humble mortals, but there was no denying that the angels were ethereal, inhuman. some argue that they were once humans too, but no one knows where they came from. not even the spirits themselves. they were carefree, they were at liberty in this magical pocket realm. they laughed and they danced under the light of the moon, who smiled upon them as if the silver souls were the satellite's children. it was almost as if they didn't exist, that they would vanish in thin air if you blinked.

and some ask how i know. i stumbled across their lands with a bottle of moonshine in one hand, your's in the other. we came by chance, caught by a storm, seeking shelter. the angels looked upon us with utmost warmth in their eyes, the grey sheen a flurry of colours together. the angels smiled upon seeing us, and they cradled you in their arms as you fell asleep, fatigued from our travels. there are no words to describe the ease i felt when i slid into the waters, the aquamarine turning green as i sighed in content. the waterfalls in the background were melodic, and the tranquility of the angel's home carved a hole in my heart, longing to return.

elysium is waiting .