Elysian Visions

Mine eyes have been opened. It is said there is truth in wine, and a great many mysteries have been revealed to me beneath the sweet embrace of Dionysus. But the nectar of his vine has never yet revealed such marvels to me as the Springtide blooms. The fog over this land has parted and I have seen beyond into the sun-kissed fields of Elysium. Pan and his sylvan get dance among the hemp rows, prancing on cloven hooves and whistling through reedpipes while the Wispybloom blossoms shimmer like spilt wine amongst the plantings. At the edge of the field, I beheld the hound Orthos dutifully standing guard, his twin heads darting this way and that as he scoured the past and infinite future for intruders. The red cattle of his master mooed and snorted listlessly in the pasture, awaiting the return of their divine master. Here, in this eternal place, the gods have granted me a small mercy: a waking dream of an afterlife I may never know, filled with marvels I feared I might never behold. Praise and approbations to all the gods of Olympus, for offering me this gift on the eve of precious Springtide!