There are certain spots on this planet that are still magical.
They always have been, and most likely always will.
Places where the fabric of the Universe holds a little more energy than other places.
Areas where the magical threads that link us all come together in webs.
Some of them are portals through time.
Some of them bring deep calm and contentment.
Some of them drip with evil.
Like any magical thing, these crossroads can consume us, their scintillating buzz lulling our desires.
They tempt us to stay forever.
But would we become numb to the magic?