Welcome to a land that Elias calls Dream Country - a country where it is always turning late in the year. A country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist... where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger and midnights stay. Remain as long as you like... or dare. The trip home happens in the blink of an eye, though the journey may take considerably longer... in the Dream Country.—Robert Rollins