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A Blue Jay's Secret Haven

As the sun spills its golden hue across the horizon, the Cuivre River State Park awakens to the melodic symphony of its avian inhabitants. Nestled within this natural amphitheater, a chorus of birdsong fills the air, but there's one performer whose presence is as striking as their vibrant call - the Blue Jay. My journey through the park is a pilgrimage I undertake with reverence. With camera in hand, I am both a spectator and a silent participant in the daily unfolding of the woods’ secrets. It is here, under the gentle whisper of the oak leaves, where serenity wraps around me like a cloak. My footsteps are cautious, deliberate, as I traverse the dew-laden trails, my eyes scanning the verdant canopy for a flash of azure and white. The Blue Jays, with their bold coloration and regal crests, are the undoubted sovereigns of these woods. Yet, despite their royal demeanor, they reveal a playful side, hiding amid the branches, teasing with their calls, always just a flutter beyond reach. It's a delightful game of hide-and-seek, one that requires patience and a keen eye. As the morning unfolds, I find myself at the heart of the Blue Jay's haven. Here, where sunlight filters through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the forest floor, the Blue Jays thrive. They flit from branch to branch, their feathers a striking contrast against the greenery, a visual poetry of movement and color. The dance of the Blue Jays is mesmerizing, a fluid display of avian grace. They move with an assurance that speaks of their intimate knowledge of this woodland realm, their every wingbeat a masterstroke of survival and elegance. And as I capture their imagery through my lens, I am reminded of the delicate balance of nature, the interconnectedness of life, and the quiet majesty of these feathered creatures. This place, where the Blue Jays soar, is a testament to the enduring allure of the wild. It is a sanctuary where one can truly commune with nature, experiencing the profound peace that comes from such an encounter. And as I sit, camera aside, I let the tranquility of this avian paradise seep into my being, a serene connection that I carry with me long after I depart from the Blue Jays' secret haven. The afternoon wanes and the forest takes on a hushed tone, a soft echo to the morning’s liveliness. In the quiet, the Blue Jays become the guardians of the stillness, their calls now a gentle hum, a reminder of the life that pulses through Cuivre River State Park. With each snapshot and every moment spent in quiet observation, I find myself becoming a silent chronicler of the Blue Jays’ existence. Their daily rituals, from their meticulous grooming to their spirited bath in a puddle left by last night's rain, unfold before me. It's in these unguarded moments that the true essence of these birds is revealed, a privilege bestowed upon the patient and the respectful. As the sun begins its descent, painting the sky with strokes of orange and purple, the Blue Jays gather. It's a spectacle of community, a shared moment before the day ends. They call to each other, a language of chirps and squawks that holds the wisdom of the wild, a timeless melody that resonates with the rhythm of the earth. I watch, enraptured, as they dart across the clearing, their movements a choreographed ballet set to the light's dwindling symphony. It’s a visual feast, the culmination of a day spent in the company of nature's winged artisans. My camera, now merely an extension of my hand, captures the intimacy of their interactions, each frame a love letter to their enduring grace. As twilight embraces the park, the Blue Jays retreat to the seclusion of the treetops, their silhouettes etched against the fading light. The forest whispers its lullaby, and I pack away my gear, my heart full of the day's encounters. The Blue Jays of Cuivre River State Park have etched their beauty upon my soul, a mosaic of memories that glimmers with the vivid hue of their feathers. In the silence that follows, I am left with a profound sense of gratitude. For the Blue Jays have not just been subjects of my lens, but teachers of a deeper truth - that in the quiet coexistence with nature, we find a reflection of our own essence, and a peace that transcends the clamor of our human lives. As I make my way back to the world beyond the woods, the echo of the Blue Jays' call lingers, a haunting melody that speaks of the secret haven I leave behind, promising that its wonders will be here when I return, under the watchful eyes of the Blue Jays.     As the echoes of the Blue Jays' symphony fade into the twilight and the memories of the day nestle themselves within the recesses of my mind, the yearning to hold onto this serenity grows. For those who wish to carry a piece of this tranquil haven into their homes, Cuivre River's Blue Jay Cross Stitch Pattern offers a meditative craft echoing the vibrant life of these enchanting birds. Adorning your walls, the Blue Jay's Secret Haven Poster captures the ethereal beauty of the forest's winged inhabitants, bringing the essence of the outdoors into your sanctuary. For a tactile piece of this natural mosaic, consider the Blue Jay's Secret Haven Tapestry, a fabric artwork that swathes your space with the woodland’s mystique. The Throw Pillow and Wood Print offer additional elements of comfort and nature-inspired decor to infuse your living area with the park's tranquil atmosphere. And for those who are inspired to pen their own stories or sketch the wildlife that flutters through their daydreams, the Blue Jay's Secret Haven Spiral Notebook awaits your musings and illustrations. It's more than a collection of pages; it's a gateway to unleashing your creativity, bound in the spirit of Cuivre River's feathery muses. In the quiet moments of reflection, as you surround yourself with these keepsakes, may you find the same peace and connection that whispers through the leaves of the Blue Jays’ secret haven, an enduring solace that sings of the beauty inherent in the simplicity of nature.

Arc of Harmony in the Park: A Symphony of Souls

As the sun dipped low, casting an amber glow across the expanse of Forest Park, a lone violinist found her place at the very heart where the trees whispered secrets of old St. Louis. Her dress, patterned with the intricate spirals of nature's design, seemed to merge with the tree from which her seat was carved. It was here, under the arching gateway to the west, that she cradled her violin—a bridge between the earth and the golden skies. Each stroke of her bow pulled the breath of the wind and the warmth of the last light into a melody that spoke of rivers winding through history, of bustling markets and quiet riverbanks, of laughter in the air and the clink of glasses toasting to the future. Her music rose in crescendos with the gentle rustling of leaves, each note a thread in the rich tapestry of the city. The arch, towering in the background, stood as a silent sentinel, its steely form softened by the scene. It listened, as if the music were etching stories into its steel—a symphony for the city it crowned. And as the final notes lingered in the air, blending with the twilight, it was as if time itself had paused to savor the Arc of Harmony in the Park. The violinist, named Elara, had a legacy as intertwined with the city as the cobblestone streets. Her ancestors had settled in St. Louis generations ago, their histories etched into the very sidewalks that wove through the park. With every song she played, she felt their experiences flow through her veins, her music a homage to their dreams and trials. As Elara's bow danced over the strings, it summoned not just sound, but soul. The air carried the aroma of distant dinners being prepared, the sizzle of spices marrying in a pan, and the sweet scent of Missouri's dogwood blossoms. The city's heartbeat was in tune with her rhythm, its pulse the undercurrent of her performance. Around her, the park's visitors slowed their pace, captivated. Joggers found a pace that matched the ebb and flow of her serenade. Children, with their unfiltered joy, ceased their games to lie on the grass, eyes closed, letting their imaginations take flight on the wings of her music. Elara played as if she could heal the fractures of a bustling city, the notes a salve to the daily grind. In her melody, the arch became more than a monument; it was a testament to progress, a companion in solitude, a canvas of shared memories for the countless who had gazed upon it. And as night approached, the park's nocturnal creatures stirred. Fireflies blinked into existence, a visual echo of the music, punctuating the darkness with their gentle light. They were like notes themselves, composing a visual symphony that mirrored Elara's own. The "Arc of Harmony in the Park" was not just an event—it was a living, breathing moment of connection. It was an affirmation that amidst the city's cacophony, there could be a melody that unified, that spoke to each individual and the collective soul of St. Louis.     Continuing the Symphony: The Legacy of a Night Under the Arch The resonance of the night’s performance found a new life in the artifacts that carried its memory. A local artist, moved by Elara's symphony, crafted a cross stitch pattern that captured the filigree of the trees against the setting sun, allowing needleworkers to stitch their own harmony into fabric. For those who preferred the clink of ice in a glass to the whisper of thread, the 20oz Tumbler became a vessel for reflection, its surface etched with the silhouette of the arch. As they sipped their favorite drinks, memories of melodies danced in their minds, a personal encore for the night that had passed. Offices across the city found a new addition with the "Arc of Harmony in the Park" Mouse Pad, turning each click and scroll into a reminder of the park’s tranquility, the quiet companion to the day’s labor. And on coffee tables, assembled piece by piece, the puzzle became a communal experience, families and friends coming together to piece together the scene of that magical evening. The story of the Arc of Harmony transcended the park, the music, and the arch. It became a narrative embraced by the city, immortalized in every stitch, sip, click, and puzzle piece. It was a tale told on walls, too, as the vibrant tapestry by Bill and Linda Tiepelman found its way into homes, its fabric a canvas for the park's story, inviting those who beheld it to remember—or to imagine—a night when music transformed the heart of St. Louis. Elara's concert under the arch was a moment in time, but its echo continues in the lives it touched and in the products that carry its legacy forward. Each item, like a note sustained beyond the breath that bore it, continues the melody of that night, drawing all who encounter them back to the Arc of Harmony in the Park.

A Tale of Two Shadows

Within the heart of the Enchanted Wood, Eirlys sat at her loom, the threads she wove were not of silk or wool, but of dreams plucked from the slumbering earth. The dreams swirled with the vibrant colors of hopes and the dusky shades of fears, each a strand in the tapestry of destiny. By her side, Thorne watched, his keen eyes reflecting the myriad hues that danced upon the loom. His shadow intertwined with hers, a silent guardian tethered to her soul. One eve, as twilight merged with the inky canvas of night, a whisper drifted through the trees, a whisper that spoke of a shadow untamed, a darkness that sought the light of Eirlys's dreams. The loom stilled, the forest held its breath, and Thorne's spines bristled with an ancient magic. Together, they stood at the precipice of an adventure, one that would intertwine their shadows more deeply than ever before. The Call of the Shadowed Vale The whisper beckoned them to the Shadowed Vale, a place where no light dared to linger. It was in this vale that the dreams of the world were said to be born, and where nightmares came to die. Eirlys's heart quivered with trepidation and wonder, yet the bond she shared with Thorne gave her courage. With a nod to her companion, they set forth, their steps a silent vow to protect the dreams of all beings. Eirlys and Thorne journey towards the unknown, their path illuminated by the faint glimmer of starlight. Their shadows, two whispers of the night, embark on a quest that will reveal the true power of dreams and the enduring strength of the bond they share. Whispers in the Shadows In the silence of the Shadowed Vale, Eirlys and Thorne encountered the whisperer — an ethereal entity whose form flickered like a candle's flame caught between the winds of existence and oblivion. It was the Keeper of Equilibrium, a steward of the delicate balance between dreams and nightmares. "The Vale is fading," it spoke with a voice like the rustle of leaves, "for a darkness grows, one not of this world, feeding on the essence of dreams." Eirlys felt the threads of her own dreams stir, the colors dimming in response to the Keeper's words. Thorne's ember-like eyes glowed fiercely, a silent vow to defend the dreams he had come to cherish. "What can be done?" Eirlys inquired, her voice steady despite the shadows that coiled around them. The Eclipse of Dreams "A force from beyond the stars has cast its gaze upon the Vale, seeking the power held within the dreams," the Keeper explained. "It seeks the Dreamheart, the core of all dream essence." Eirlys's hands moved to the pendant resting against her collarbone, a gem pulsing with an inner light — the Dreamheart. It was not merely an ornament, but a sacred relic entrusted to her by the spirits of the Enchanted Wood. Thorne stepped forward, his protective presence a bastion against the creeping darkness. "We will stand against this force," he declared, the power of his ancient lineage awakening within him. The whisperer nodded, its form becoming more translucent. "The Eclipse of Dreams approaches, when the boundaries between thoughts and terrors wane. You must fortify the Vale's light with the Dreamheart before the eclipse consummates, or all will be lost to the void." Eirlys and Thorne face the daunting task of safeguarding the Dreamheart. The Vale, shrouded in secrets and uncertainty, beckons our heroes deeper into its heart, where light and shadow duel in an eternal dance. The Gathering Gloom With the destiny of the Vale hanging in the balance, Eirlys and Thorne made their way to the heart of the Shadowed Vale. The stars, veiled by the growing eclipse, dimmed as if mourning the impending darkness. As they approached the center, where the dreams were brightest and the nightmares most profound, the air thrummed with unseen energy. There, amidst the convergence of dreams, stood an ancient dais, its stone imbued with runes of old. Eirlys took her place upon it, with Thorne by her side, his scales bristling with the anticipation of battle. She lifted the Dreamheart, allowing its luminescence to spill forth, casting a protective circle of light. The Heart's Luminance The eclipse reached its zenith, and the Vale was bathed in a paradoxical twilight, both serene and ominous. Shadowy tendrils snaked towards the center, drawn to the Dreamheart's glow. Eirlys, her resolve as strong as the magic within her, began to weave a new tapestry, one of protection and strength, with Thorne lending his fire to the creation. Together, they channeled the Dreamheart's power, reinforcing the Vale's light. The shadows recoiled, thwarted by the purity of their combined will. Eirlys's dreams fused with the Vale's essence, bolstered by Thorne's ancient magic, forming a bastion against the encroaching darkness. The Dawn of Dreams As the eclipse waned, the darkness that had sought to devour the dreams was vanquished. The Vale, now resplendent with the rejuvenated power of dreams, bloomed anew. The Keeper of Equilibrium emerged, its form solidifying into clarity. "The balance is restored," it declared, "thanks to the Dreamweaver and the Dragonling. The Vale shall remember your valor." With the crisis averted, Eirlys and Thorne left the Vale, their shadows now legends whispered among the dreaming. They returned to the Enchanted Wood, where their story became a beacon of hope, a testament to the power held within dreams and the unyielding strength found in the unity of two shadows against the dark.     As Eirlys and Thorne's adventure lives on in the hearts of those who believe in the magic of dreams, you too can keep the essence of their journey alive. For the crafters and weavers of dreams among us, the "A Tale of Two Shadows" cross-stitch pattern offers a chance to recreate the enchantment stitch by stitch, just as Eirlys wove her tapestries of dreams. Adorn your walls with the wonder of their story by obtaining the "A Tale of Two Shadows" poster, a piece that captures the vivid imagery and emotion of the Vale's mystical allure. For those who wish to envelop themselves in the artistry of the Enchanted Wood and the Shadowed Vale, a tapestry featuring the legendary duo is available, a perfect addition to any space seeking the warmth of their legendary tale. Perhaps you’d prefer to rest your head upon a throw pillow, embroidered with the image of Thorne, as you dream your own dreams of valor and adventure each night. For those who love to carry a piece of the story with them, a sticker commemorating Eirlys and Thorne's bond is a small, yet poignant reminder of the light that dreams can hold in our lives. Lastly, a beautifully crafted framed print can make a profound statement in your home, echoing the tale's themes of friendship, courage, and the eternal dance of light and shadow. In every product, the spirit of "A Tale of Two Shadows" lives on, inviting you to become a part of the story, to weave your dreams into the fabric of the world, and to believe in the magic that dwells within the shadows.

The Butterfly Effect Redefined

In the heart of a metropolis where history and the future entwine like the cogs of a temporal engine, a relic known as the Aethertide Amulet vanished, leaving behind a shadowy trail of enigmas. Detective Elara Strohm arrived at the formidable Kriegsmoor Estate, the last known sanctuary of the artifact, her eyes a mirror of the overcast heavens. The estate's garden was a mechanical maze, a prelude to the mansion itself—a monolith marrying stone with steel, nature with industry. Elara clutched a single clue, a photo showing a corner of a stately chamber. There, amid the umbra, was the unmistakable gleam of the amulet, but behind it, the mechanical wings of a butterfly mural called to her, hinting at the puzzle that awaited her expertise. With the image as her guide, Elara stepped past the iron-wrought gates, her stride in harmony with the soft, rhythmic pulse of hidden machinery, her intellect already weaving through the riddle of the Aethertide Amulet. The Celestial Puzzle Entering the Kriegsmoor Estate, Detective Elara Strohm sensed the observant gaze of myriad lenses, nestled within the mechanical vines—a silent audience to her investigation. The interior unfolded like a trove of historical riddles, every object steeped in narrative, demanding attention. Her investigation led her to the lineage portraits, especially one adorned with a butterfly brooch, mirroring the amulet's design. The room itself seemed a jigsaw of the arcane—a thirteen-hour clock, a bisected globe, a cryptic journal. Assembling these pieces on an aged table, Elara found herself under the scrutiny of the painted patriarch. At the thirteenth chime of the estate's clock, reality seemed to waver. The globe cracked open, unveiling an astrolabe that cast a star map across the ceiling, aligning with the globe's labyrinth. The constellations whispered of a puzzle woven by the fabric of the cosmos, a silent language Elara was determined to interpret, leading her closer to the Aethertide Amulet. The Heart of the Legacy The starlit map led Detective Elara Strohm to a chamber concealed by time's shroud. Within this sanctum of invention, she found the Aethertide Amulet, its glow a serene beacon amidst the relics of innovation. The room bore the mark of genius—a testament to the art of the possible. There, Elara encountered the culmination of the estate's enigmas: a device fragmented, awaiting reassembly, with the amulet at its core—a mechanism designed to weave the fabric of time itself. With precision, Elara restored the device to wholeness, igniting a symphony of light and vibration that peeled back the veil of epochs. In the brilliance, she witnessed the butterfly's true influence—the delicate dance of cause and effect. The amulet embodied the Kriegsmoor legacy—a pursuit to navigate the realms of the unfathomable. In the silence that followed the spectacle, Elara grasped the magnitude of her discovery, a custodian of revelations that would indelibly reshape her existence and the tapestry of reality.     Discover the transformative allure of The Butterfly Effect Redefined collection, a curated selection of items where artistry meets functionality in a celebration of the mechanical and the mysterious. Adorn your home with the Poster, a statement piece that imbues any space with the enigmatic charm of steampunk fantasy. This high-quality print captivates with its symmetrical design, pulling you into a story woven through time and metal. Enhance your office with the Mouse Pad, where smooth functionality meets the intricate beauty of the mechanical butterfly design. It's a daily reminder of the seamless integration of form and function, creativity and practicality. Engage your mind with the Jigsaw Puzzle, a tactile exploration of the artwork's depth. As the pieces come together, so does the narrative of this mechanical marvel, offering hours of stimulating entertainment. Immerse your living space in the story with the Tapestry. This fabric masterpiece transforms any room into a gallery of industrial elegance, each thread a testament to the intertwined dance of gear and wing. Express your unique style on the go with the Tote Bag. Durable and distinctive, it carries your essentials and showcases your taste for art that tells a story, a blend of practicality and spectacle. This collection is more than a series of items; it's a narrative told through the lens of artistic innovation, a homage to the enigmatic and the beautiful, designed to inspire, challenge, and enchant.

The Metallic Masquerade

In the dim light of the equinox, the renowned artifact collector, Evelyn Chartres, stood before a piece that had long eluded the most ardent seekers of esoteric treasures—the "The Metallic Masquerade." It was an artifact of unknown origin, an intricate digital illustration that whispered of a time when art and machinery danced under the same moonlit sky. The optical illusion of the butterfly with twin faces, one menacing, one serene, was said to hold a secret—a map to an undiscovered world or a portal to an ancient past. As Evelyn's eyes traced the symmetrical gears, a sense of disquiet crept over her. The eyes of the twin faces seemed to follow her, an unnerving dance of shadows and light. The longer she stared, the more the room around her seemed to dissolve into darkness until only the butterfly remained, its wings a canvas of moving cogs and swirling colors. That night, the Equinox revealed its first secret; the artifact was alive, in a way no one could have predicted. Every hour, as the clock struck the same time as the position of the orbs on the butterfly wings, the gears began to rotate, emitting a low hum, harmonizing with the ancient rhythm of the equinox itself. Evelyn knew then that she was not merely in the presence of art but an enigma that challenged the very fabric of her reality. As the twin faces oscillated between serenity and threat, a realization dawned upon her—the "The Metallic Masquerade" was not a map or a door; it was a riddle that needed solving. And she was the chosen solver. Ready to delve into the depths of the mystery, Evelyn reached out, her fingers trembling as they moved towards the butterfly. But before she could touch it, the artifact vanished, leaving behind a trail of luminescent dust that hovered in the air, then coalesced into a single word: "Ascend." The Labyrinth of Reflections Evelyn stood in the silence of her library, the word "Ascend" etched into her mind. The luminescent dust had settled into the grooves of her wooden floor, pointing towards a collection of ancient tomes. With each step, the dust sparked under her feet, guiding her to a leather-bound book whose spine read "The Labyrinth of Reflections." As she opened the book, a myriad of mirrored surfaces leapt from the pages, each a dizzying doorway to another place. The twin faces from "The Metallic Masquerade" gazed up at her from the aged parchment, their eyes a challenge, a dare to step into the unknown. Evelyn's reflection splintered into countless iterations, each showing her a different path through a maze of gears and whispers. She realized the labyrinth was not a physical place but a mental construct, a test of wit and will. With the equinox waning, time was her adversary. The illusions within the book were potent, disorienting, designed to mislead and confuse. Yet, amidst the chaos, a pattern emerged. The faces, the gears, the orbs—they aligned, creating a map of constellations that mirrored the night sky. The library faded away as Evelyn was drawn into the book, her very essence traversing the boundaries of reality. She found herself in a hall of mirrors, each reflection a different aspect of the butterfly's wings, a different piece of the puzzle. The artifact's riddle whispered in a thousand echoes around her, "To ascend is to understand the nature of your reflection." As she navigated the labyrinth, the faces from "The Metallic Masquerade" appeared and vanished, an endless cycle of menace and tranquility. Evelyn's heart raced as she approached the heart of the labyrinth, where the true test awaited. Upon a pedestal at the center, a real, tangible version of the artifact laid in wait, its wings spread wide, the twin faces now motionless. As the last light of the equinox slipped away, a single beam illuminated the artifact, and the labyrinth fell silent. The Apex of Truth In the profound silence of the labyrinth's heart, Evelyn stood before the artifact, its wings a constellation of reflected light. She extended her hand, and the twin faces stirred, a symphony of gears whirring to life. With a touch, the faces split, revealing a cavity within the butterfly's body, holding a crystal that pulsed with an inner light. It was the heart of the masquerade, the source of the enigma. The crystal shone with the brilliance of a star, casting prismatic colors across the labyrinth's walls. Evelyn understood—this was the Ascension. It wasn't about rising to the heavens but elevating one's understanding, reaching a state of enlightenment where all illusions fall away, leaving only the truth. The labyrinth, the book, the equinox—they were all facets of a larger design, meant to guide her to this singular moment of discovery. As she held the crystal, visions of worlds beyond her own flashed before her eyes—realms where art breathed and danced, where technology sang in harmony with the pulse of life. She saw the creators of the artifact, beings not bound by flesh but by thought and purpose, challenging those who found their creation to see beyond the surface, to look deeper into the essence of existence. The labyrinth melted away, and Evelyn found herself back in her library, the artifact and the crystal gone. But in their place, on her desk, lay a sketchbook. Within its pages were designs of other artifacts, other labyrinths, each an invitation to embark on a new journey, a new Ascension. The equinox had passed, but its gift remained—a deeper understanding and a new purpose. Evelyn Chartres, once a collector of artifacts, had become a seeker of truths. And "The Metallic Masquerade" was but the first dance in the ballroom of infinity. The end... or perhaps, just the beginning?     From the mystical depths of The Metallic Masquerade emerges a suite of products, each bearing the enigma and elegance of the rare artifact. Discover the collection that brings the essence of the optical illusion and the spirit of the story into tangible form, available exclusively on Unfocussed.com. The Poster: A Portal to Another World Behold the The Metallic Masquerade Poster, your gateway to a realm where art converges with enigma. Each glance offers an invitation to step into a story that unfolds beyond the borders of imagination. The Mouse Pad: Your Companion Through the Labyrinth Chart your course through daily tasks with the The Metallic Masquerade Mouse Pad, a steadfast ally on your desk that promises precision and whispers secrets of a digital odyssey. The Tapestry: Weave the Myth into Your Space Adorn your sanctuary with the The Metallic Masquerade Tapestry, a fabric narrative that drapes your walls in the myth and mystery of the masquerade's eternal dance. The Wood Print: Nature Meets the Mechanical Embrace the duality of the natural and the engineered with the The Metallic Masquerade Wood Print, where the organic grains of wood blend seamlessly with the mechanical marvel of the artwork. The Puzzle: Piece Together the Enigma Engage in the cerebral pleasure of solving the The Metallic Masquerade Puzzle, a challenge that mirrors Evelyn’s journey through the labyrinth, piece by intricate piece. The Throw Pillow: Comfort in the Cosmic Let the cosmic dance of the equinox cradle you in comfort with the The Metallic Masquerade Throw Pillow, a plush companion that embodies the art's celestial whispers and mechanical warmth. Each product in "The Metallic Masquerade" collection is a fragment of the story, a piece of the puzzle waiting to be cherished. Visit Unfocussed.com to bring a part of this legendary tale into your life, and continue the journey of discovery and awe in your own space.