As Journey resonates in our ken with unexplored dreamlands, we follow Pathless on the path of remaking. Ushered by water and fair fairy form, by lack and desire, we wind through the chaos of middle agéd maps of knightly romance. Betrayed, portrayed, and oft saved, Pathless is unmade. Unhearing the whispers of the real, we learn truth through lies. In dying we live, and by journey come home. Stranger. And more a solid thing of fairy tissue and dragon breath.
Response to Phantastes: A Faerie Romance for Men and Women (1858) by George MacDonald
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