Atlas has lived a very long life. As many great lives lived before his, it has been a life filled with great joy contrasted with a deep sadness.

Life now is a small and round log hut situated at the base of a large wooded hill at the edge of the great plains of the Steppe. Gaps in the logs, magically shaped, provide Atlas with four windows. Each window faces a different cardinal direction.

Atlas has two faithful companions: a crow who calls himself Fern and an ash pony called Emerald.

Often, you will find Atlas sitting in a wooden rocking chair deep in reflection on days past…

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