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Excerpt
from the Wanderer's Journals:
I have been among the people of Xanadu for many years now.
They remain as kind and gentle as when I first met them.
They are in stark contrast to the cruel brutality I'd come to know
from the outside world. A "civilized" world that is really nothing more
than a thinly layered veneer that masks a cold, greedy and self-serving
heart. I'd never really
noticed it much until I saw what humanity could become.
A society where the needs and desires of the individual mesh
seamlessly with those of the society.
Where leaders rule with compassion and truth is held in high
regard. And war is
non-existent.
That's not to say they haven't had their share of problems.
Just yesterday I was walking in the gardens and talking with a
particularly lovely native. She
spoke of the origins of these exquisite gardens and how they were borne
out of the worst tragedy ever to befall Xanadu.
As she spoke, I hastily scribbled down her words in my journal.
"It has been millennia since the plague last devastated
Xanadu. I cannot even begin
to comprehend the carnage and suffering that took place when the disease
first hit. Too many centuries
have passed. What I do know
is that by the time the horror abated, almost nine tenths of the cities
population had died. The
streets were clogged with the dead and the remaining survivors were left
with the terrible burden of rebuilding a society.
Centuries later my ancestors chose to build a monument.
Not a monument mourning the loss of so many to the disease, but a
monument to the survivors whose courage and perseverance saved Xanadu.
This garden is both a testimonial to everything they accomplished
and a tribute to what they helped us become."
I walk around the gardens with renewed awe as the crystalline
pleasure dome sparkles above me. The
works of art presented here in this "gallery of the topiaries"
is stunning. Almost as
stunning as the garden itself.
EDITORS NOTE:
Below are some of the lesser works that have been found over the centuries
and either originated from, or can be tied to, the mythical city. |