leisbethia

When I close my eyes; I could only see what lies betwixt me and the light. I could never truly see what's the beyond the light or even the end of it — I believe, the light is a lie.

Leisbethia is a warm place, a place where the air within feels like woolen carpets blanketing the spring. It is somewhere along rivers, and valleys that have long escaped the minds of those who remember. But those who choose to remember will find it.