

Mystic Winter Dream – click for full size



It’s been a little uppy-downy in RL. Christmas and New Year are always taxing, thanks to the greater number of my relatives using the house as the “halfway” meeting-place, leaving me with people coming, staying or going from the week before Christmas right through until the week after New Year (as I write, the last of them are still here, and again looking like they’re about to put down roots!).

Not that I dislike my relatives, you understand. It’s just that it gets a bit, well, much over the course of 2+ weeks. And as is invariably the case, someone has decided that even though they have returned northwards to their own home, they’d leave me with their cold as a reminder of their stay.



Mystic Winter Dream – click for full size



When this happens, one needs a place to lose oneself in; a refuge from the maddening (family) crowd. I have several in SL, but after reading Honour’s post about Mystic Winter Dream, I forgot about going finding one of my regular haunts and hurried over to Smoky Cape instead.

The home of Adonis Lubitsch, Mystic Winter Dream is just that: a beautiful, winter-locked dream – or perhaps dreams might be a better term, given the overall look and feel of the region.

There is much here that commends itself to the explorer. As well as being Ado’s home, the region offers a beautiful ballroom which has its own air of fantasy: the stone flags of the dance floor peeling upwards in places, small groups of them suspended in mid-air as if frozen there after gravity looked the other way and then forgot to order them back into place.



Mystic Winter Dream– click for full size

Art is a huge feature of the region, as Honour points out, and I agree with her. The manner in which Ado has folded pieces by Cherry Manga, Rebeca Bashly (who is always sure to draw my attention) and others into the landscape is a real delight.

The entire composition of Mystic Winter Dream is a masterwork of design. While the region is almost completely open, everything within it exists on it own; each scene or vignette an individual piece, yet all of them coming together to present a complete immersive whole, wrapped within the arms of tall mountains. All-in-all the perfect place in which to lose oneself – and perhaps also rediscover oneself after the holiday excesses.

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