Distant Mist

“Sometimes it is difficult to make out the wonders that await in the distance”

What mist is this that obscures my vision?

Clear across the land there must be something there,

Pulling me, tugging at the wonder that weaves my heart, my mind, and my imagination together...

Is it the world tree, covered in snow? Or a portal to another world? Is it ancient forests untouched by man? Crystal caves that have never been touched?

Is it my own dreams and ambitions?

Is there really a difference?