It is easier said than done to transport a mortal into the realm of Faerie and have them remain conscious … the reason for this being that their consciousness is usually rooted in the Mortal realm and always, most naturally, will return there.
As well as that, the scenery can be so changeable in the land of Faeries … one moment something is maybe there and then it disappears or morphs into something else. It’s a tricky place to navigate. As endearing and charming as most of the inhabitants, the wildlife, and the landscapes are, they are forever changing, and it is difficult for a mortal to find their bearings amongst this plasticity, and keep hold of their sense of place.
However, those with some faerie blood are more adaptable and it was this that Goober was counting on.
The very moment that Tu set foot into Faerie land with Goober at his side his misery lifted, and he found exactly what he had been looking for for a very long time.
He felt instantly at home.
What a remarkable landscape it was. Not to mention, the very clouds in the sky, they took on shapes - it was as an artistry - sensational performing pictures unfurling right before his eyes. If you looked up you could see all manner of faces, of forms, of animals, dancing across the blue canopy, in white: gently shaded and contoured, regal then comical, mythical, and so very real he could see their faces staring down at him. Unfurling and changing into the most beautiful panorama of expression.
It was as though these forms were impressions of scenes and beings that were somewhere else … he made a mental note to study them at a later time. And then Goober drew his attention to the atrium to which they were walking. This also was like no other.
“I feel I should explain to you something of this realm”, said Goober, “to put it in perspective … Mortals have long thought of Faerie as a place of no real consequence, that it is not to be believed, and that it is only made of the substance of dreams and fantasy: that somehow it is less substantial than the world of their own.
“This could not be further from the truth. When the physical world was born, Faerie, this Kingdom, was and is, the original Garden from which all else came from. The Gods preserved it in the event that the Mortal world deteriorated into something less recognisable.
“This realm is the blueprint from which yours unfurls. This place is the original - it speaks to the truth of spirit and the creativity of the Cosmos, whilst your world is an arena that departs this, and the heavens.”
Tu looked down at his feet. He had the weirdest sensation that they weren’t quite touching the ground. As he moved along beside Goober it was as though thought propelled them, rather than the effort of the knee - it was a curious thing.
And the path itself was made up of tiles and the tiles had engravings in every sixth or seventh one, not hieroglyphs as such, or symbols, but curlicues and cottage art.
The air, he found, was sublime. Tu used to love the fragrance of the wood fire or the scent of a girl, or the smell of a fresh and ripened fruit, this air was something else, it was even more delicious, he breathed deeply and closed his eyes.
“Are you alright my boy?” Goober asked.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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