I believe the ancient North wind sometimes whispers stories from times forgotten. Of heroes and grand feasts. Of battles and colourful flags. Green steppes and silent woods. Of magic and dancing around the fire.

"…will you come with me
to a wondrous land where there is music?"
— Mider to Étaín (Bé Find), The Wooing of Étaín.

© The Art of Jae Cheol Park

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