Land of Green Ginger

"From the land of Green Ginger, en route to the Dreaming Spires, my footsteps took a turn to the left. There, where spires of gold rose above rivers of myrrh, the layers of this dusty world were torn apart for one shining moment. Revealed were the glories of another world, buried deep underneath, hidden for the sad reality of bearing too much glory for our sad hearts and jaded eyes to endure within this shoddy replica."