At one point in my life,
I had been rather lonely.
I lived with others—
yet I felt as though
I lived alone.
My mind felt like jelly,
as though it would collapse
at any moment—
until one peculiar day,
when I found a new place to play.
A secret place I’d made up—
but it wasn’t just an ordinary place.
It was a world born inside my mind,
crafted from thoughts and ideas.
I wrote them down on paper...
and they came to life.
A world of magic and fantasy—
where anything could be made to happen.
Anything at all:
I could walk across an endless sea,
or imagine myself twenty feet tall!
Or I could wish to be the size of a pea—
no matter what I dreamed,
I could have it all.
I created Averlon as an escape—
but it eventually became a part of me.
A place to visit,
a second home...
something I’d always need
if ever I felt alone.