As I trudged through a snowstorm once back in '02, and felt the hours of cold and frigid winter make brittle out of my bones, I was strucky by the absurdity that I could die out here..alone, without warmth or home or love. And I laughed. I laughed through icy lips, cracked and parched. I laughed despite the sense of the Shadow at my shoulder.

And right at that moment, I turned the corner and found a cave in the side of the mountain. Because even through my laughter, I was afraid. And now, I could put off the fight with the storm a little longer.

I entered the cave with no interest in its depths or age. I was so exhausted, I didn't check for bears or large cats. I made a fire. I unpacked my gear. I warmed my hands and feet until it hurt.I ate something tasteless. I fell into a dark oblivion with relief.

Later that night, I awoke to stirrings behind me. I paused, and brought a lit branch with me to the back of the cave. What I've found there I cann't repeat to any man on this earth, for its lakes and tunnels, its jewels and sharp rocks, defy description. I do not know where I was going in the morning, and I do not know how much time has passed. I only know that whatever inexplicable reason brought me here, whatever survival instinct that allowed me this chance; I'm not going to curse my dumb luck by leaving. Whatever this cave has to show me, I'm staying to find out.

Now, I ask you. Is Liney the laughter? Is he the wisp of stirring that woke me? Or is he the mountain itself, folding strong arms and offering me sanctuary outside of the storm?

P.S. Liney is great.

He is the prince of Lemuria and I love him more than you will ever know. Ok, maybe not, cause if you ever get to know him, you will love him that much too, he's just got the mad mojo like that, and yeah, he really is that cool. I love my Liney super extra bigtime lots!