'Sometimes people wonder where stories come from. A person can tell a story about something so unbelievable, yet so wonderful that it seems real. That's because it is.
I don't wonder about it, though, because I know where stories come from.
It's a magical place with thousands of enchanting creatures, beautiful plants, trees as high as sky scrapers and heroic people. Whatever you can think of, it exists there.
Every once in a while, people come to witness all of this. They watch the talking trees, dance with the fairies and feel the heat of a dragon's fire. Eventhough there are many people at the same time, you don't walk into them. No matter how long you stay there, you won't meet any other visitors or even know that they're there.
Stories come to us for a reason. It's because we saw something, met someone or did somewhat unusual things that we remember. We remember them and write them down or tell them to others. That's how stories are born.
It's a place I've visited so many times over the years that I've come to know it by heart. I know every little detail but it still doesn't cease to amaze me. Friends I've made are waiting for my return, things I've started are waiting to get finished and places that are expecting to be discovered soon.
One day you'll know your way around there as well as I do, maybe even better. You'll find friends for life, unexpected journeys are waiting for you and there are many things you've got to do while you're there.
But now it's time for bed.'
'No, I want to know about the adventures. Please daddy, please tell me!' My daughter cried out from her bed. I smiled at her and shook my head.
'Go to sleep and experience them yourself. Go talk to the oldest tree in the universe, go teach the fairies how to dance and go tame a dragon of your own. I'd love to hear about it in the morning