Perhaps it isn’t there. It’s probably hidden in the dreams and emerges for a few short hours now and then, to get itself talked about. Its fame goes before it, but what skilled mariner can reach its magical shores?
Perhaps a child who loves the moon, or an artful storyteller. He will set foot on the golden sands, plunge into the forest of tall fruit trees, gaze in wonder on snow-draped reefs and dive between the corals of the sirens.