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“Oh excuse me. Now, let me tell you about your holy spear. It isn’t meant to overcome external threats but to keep the planet in place, or rather, it’s its anchor. You just spoke of Avalon, but Avalon isn’t so much as a different world. It’s beneath your very feet. On the other side of the world, separated by a thin layer.
“Beneath my feet…below the ground you say?”
“So to speak. Below the foundation that is ‘the world of your kind’ is the gap that is ‘Avalon’, and below that is the surface of the planet. Avalon and your world are but layers, its texture. Both are “outer appearances” sticking to the surface of the planet.
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Man’s concept of Paradise was but an imitation of this isle at world’s end, a land which they would forever be forbidden from setting foot upon. Legends referred to this microcosm as ‘the island of apples’; a land of everlasting spring; a utopia that could never be obtained or reached by wiser beasts; a realm untouched by the cycle of descensions and downfalls seen in the greater world; and a strange land that had always existed alongside the length of human history and yet would never cross paths with humanity.
Its name was Avalon – and it was the sea at the heart of the planet, the seat for the soul of the celestial being called Earth.
“No… that is not the most correct expression to describe such a thing. For this realm is after all set upon both a higher and a lower plane of our world. I would say that it exists in the exact same point and location but off-set by several phases.”