The Valley of Seclusion is the land of inexistence, but a figment of what was, a land formed of myth and legend. None have truly entered there, for it does not exist but for the purpose of what love makes it, true or false may it be. To the eye of a dreamer, the valley is greater than life itself, surrounded by a great wall of mountains, guarded by flocks of pale birds. If ever a land truly existed in the form of the Valley, one may only guess what it would come to be. But this monument to past lives and struggles will wear on, useless and bleak at times, but burning ever brighter as our hopes seem to fade, until once again we seek heaven on earth, the Valley of Seclusion.