Write With Me: Returning to a World
- Kylie Leane
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It has been a really long time since I ventured into the world of The Dynasty of Earth and Stars.
A few weeks ago, I woke up from a dream... As I lay in bed, in the darkness of my bedroom, I pondered the odd feeling I was having and then I realised what it was -
Homesickness.
I was feeling homesick.
Homesick for an entirely imaginary world of my own creation.
I once told the story of the dream I had that led to the birth of the idea of the world of Livila at a convention, and my friend Katie telling me I'd never shared it before. So I'll share it again with you all.
Long ago, when I was a little girl, I had a dream - which was not unusual for me, I had many dreams, great dreams - spectacular dreams, and horrible, twisted nightmares. In this dream, I stood upon the edge of a great yawning canyon that stretched as far I could see to the left and to the right of me, and below, it seemed to have no end. It dropped into space. There was a bridge, enormous and spectacular, warded by two grand watchtowers on either side of the canyon.
One the side I stood upon, if I looked back, mammoth, clawings mountains shadowed me, and built into one of those mountains was a sparkling little city, shimmering with magical light in the shadow of the mountain.
On the other side of the canyon was a land of grassfields and a distant volcano.
Then, slowly...
I became aware that there were people with me. Vague shapes not yet fully formed, but I knew them. I felt like I knew them, I felt like I had always known them. I was happy with them. I had adventured with them to this place, and it was a special place. It was our place. I held their hands.
And then I woke up.
That dream became the bouncing off point of Livila itself, of the broken borders between lands, of the Ovin-tu Mountains, and the figures are Zinkx and Shanty, who have been with me since the very beginning. If you have read my novels, then this particular place is Tith, and the border crossing between Pennadot and Sin'musk'qu.
A few weeks ago, I was called back to Tith, back to the bridge and the canyon. I dreamt again of that place, the peace I felt there, the comfort of a home between spaces and Zinkx ever patiently waiting.
Homesick.
For an imaginary world.
How fascinating.
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