There is a land, very near to here, where all Story lives. Old Story, new story and all the stories yet to come. Words are their gateways but not their essence. Humans are their receivers but not their creators. Immeasurable numbers of Untold Tales wander the realm story - they whisper sweet mysteries to themselves until they are called for. Sit still, as though you are about to listen to something quiet and wonderful and you will feel them in the air, skin tinglingly close to you.