Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamt of a specific place by the sea.
She did not know if the place was real, but that did not matter, as it was real for her.
She had grown up in the high mountains of Transylvania and she loved the mountains.
But she missed the salty fragrance of the sea, mixed with the scent of pine trees.
Books were describing this place, Bloody Foreland, as the last vestige of the ancient people of Tuatha de Dannan, where magic is still alive.
And she could see this place so clearly in her mind’s eye.
Its colors and its people…
The dancing and the laughter…
The crafts and the crops…
…but some say it was just a dream.