To earnestly drop a pin on a map would be like pointing out craters on the New Moon.

Dwahkydia exists in the somewhere between. The shimmer of light in the middle distance.

You can feel it all around as an ever present force of verdancy, as a lawn slowly creeps across an untrodden pavement.

On a tide that’s suddenly high and then distantly low, it’s a dance with gravity, a samba with stillness.

You could say Dwahkydia is a friend of Atlantis, or that you may stumble upon Her murmurings while digging up strange T shaped pillars in the hills of Gobekli Tepi.

It whispers and beckons, calling to you on winds whipping up white foam across the seas.

Maybe you’ve stumbled across a lamp post in a woodland and wondered what would become of it 10000 years from now.

Deserts, once covered in spice, grew into prairie.

Tundras thawed into rainforest.

Mountains uprooted and took off into the sky.

Snowmelt wound its way, all the way down, through the valleys and gullies and glens and meadows, till softly and slowly and seductively reshaping the stone.

Dwahkydia is home…

…And we all know where they say home is.