Experience

You're adrift in a sea of rich brocades and feathers and glittering façades. A flurry of extravagance. You can barely wrest your focus from the exquisite pageantry pouring through the Baroque foyer, before a rapturous flux of the crowd urges you on to the grand hall...

Your breath catches. Your heart surges. Your eyes find purchase high above--but in the place a vaulted ceiling should be, you discover, instead, a spiraling assemblage of stars, deep within a void of blue-black. The spectral sky is held aloft by rows of impossibly high marble columns, between which are poised what can only be described as sentient statues... They twist and writhe with an otherworldly grace, peering out over the chamber with cold and watchful eyes.

The din of the congregation is overcome by strains of a haunting waltz, to which guests excitedly cavort and twirl. The anticipation of the elaborately costumed throng evolves to an electrifying fever pitch--and finally, the entire space reverberates with a thunderous chime, as if from an ancient clock.

The Enchantment commences. Everything changes...

The walls of the palatial edifice itself seem to breathe with an eerie intensity, bleeding light and illusion as the very air around you starts to pulse with preternatural energy. You struggle with equilibrium while the magic builds, chimerical visions flashing across your periphery with intent, as though to call you prey. Reclaiming your bearings as you weave through the chamber, it becomes evident the faces around you aren't masked--nor are they mortal...

The waltz dissolves to a powerful, driving theme, filled with the epic beats of an eternal drum. Time decelerates. You glide through the undulating group of revelers, feeling deliriously detached from your own skin as you are born away with the celebratory tide. Puzzled glimpses toward the marble colannades reveal you may be in a cathedral no longer--there are, in lieu of pristine white pillars, shadowy trees with darkly glistening branches...

Unyielding alabaster gives way to a verdant asylum of dreamlike decadence... You've awakened into a magnificent reverie. The scene is beautifully unusual--a veritable feast for the senses. As your sight transcends its limitations, Beasts of Legend materialize...

Majestic, winged creatures traipse along the hedge-rows, consorting with strange Aristocracy from exotic Empires. In a ring of chalices nearby, you spy elusive Sidhe immersed in a sensuous Bacchanalia, aeons in the making. Skirting the fountain, a trio of Water Nymphs engage in playful posturing with an ill-tempered Basilisk. Vampiric entities langourously scrutinize the setting from their obscure perch. An array of fanciful characters convene around an ostntatious pavilion, where a host of other delights and INDULGENCES await. Countesses in high-collared corsets and voluminous skirts look down their noses as you wander by their setee, fervently fanning themselves.

In a guarded copse across the court, you discover a particularly enthralling Tableau Vivant: a Unicorn stallion, black as pitch, with a horn of twined obsidian. Hooded figures stand at attention near his muscled flanks, and selectively permit visitors to pay their respects to one of the most wonderfully fabled CREATURES of all...

Other key denizens are robed in empyreal ivory, as if manifested from the VIBIANA itself. One of them, a wiry Satyr in an outlandish tail-coat intercepts your path with a grand, sweeping bow and mischievous grin, eyes flickering up to assess you. His horns have been polished to a high gleam for the occasion. Before you can question your curious host, you're diverted by an effulgent plume of light, high above the garden. Fierce, fire-breathing sentinels stand vigil over the festivities. Ephemeral orbs drift high above the garden and disappear in glowing bursts. The night air is charged. The Fae Glamour is palpable.

...and before you can understand this momentous convergence of mythical beings, or grasp that the passage of time here may be as illusory as your own mortal trappings, you've thoroughly succumb to the Spell. You find, in reality, that you yourself have changed....

Perhaps, for these fleeting hours, you've been granted the eyes to see... Or just maybe, you have finally come home...

(For a more conspicuous description of MYTH, refer to the F.A.Q.)