When Frodo dreams

My world is magic.

My world is where fantasy exists. Where dragons and fiend collides. Where elves, fairies live. Where wizards and supernaturals dwell. Where streams and brooks seem to sing in slumber. Where volcanoes await its time to grouch and grumble.

The powerful echoes of Middle-Earth. The enchantment full of wonder and magic. The fantasy that strikes like a chord. The central struggle between good and evil. Fought in ways that resonates in the subconscious of every living being.

My world like any other is govern by rules and concepts. Entwined with universal tales of legend. Transcending culture and eras. The ill- fated love affairs between men and women. Where classes matter in the circle of life. Where tragedy and separation from loved ones loom. Where floods is more than just an outcome of divine wrath.

With an irredeemable villain in the shape of injustice and power. Villains more chilling and cursing doom. Placing heroes under constant pressure from both internal and external temptation. A constant struggle against temptation and corruption.

This is my world. A world full of wondrous things, beings, and adventure. A world huge and unexplored. With vast treasures waiting to be searched. With endless mysteries expecting to be unraveled. A promise of adventure. A call of senses and depth. A virtual struggle to defeat evil. A world that challenges standards. An epitome of goodness and glory. A cosmo that inspires.

I dream of a world made of these. Amidst the crescendo of clashes between forces. Despite the Utopia of material things. This world takes us into the brighter side, the good things of life, and living itself. Where every being has their own free will to choose to do good and evil. That reminds us the tangible value of Honor, trust, truth, friendship, and Hope. After all, it is not the material perfection of the world that makes it. It's our spirits overcoming the battle of pride, pity, and despair.

This the true power of magic.