Dreamland Venice & Ice Realm Helcaraxë

Now I'm on a boat in Venice. In Venice β , now is the season of the falling azure leaves, of the Crying Trees. Only they shed their leaves before changing their colour. In fall the waters are filled with the deep blue tapestry of those leaves, where they are called "tears" . Passing by I saw an old mansion, prestigious but abandoned. I stopped the boat and stepped on the ground. It was a courtyard with dark blue leaves on the ground. These leaves grow darker when they are shed and ready to decompose.
The water channel was near a cyclic panel, nesting a great "Azure lady" . These trees are named so and in autumn they "weep" shedding their still blue leaves. The legend goes : At the beginning, these trees were just like any other . Once , a nymph of the woods , dashing through the flora , saw a little girl dressed in blue and wearing a blue ribbon. She had no parents . The nymph and the little girl played all day until the fall of night. Nymphs don't have a name, therefore the little girl kept calling her "lady". That night the girl fell asleep and never woke up. At sunrise, when the sun crept above the top of the leaves, they were now cerulean . Thus the first azure lady was born .
I entered the courtyard and saw a fountain that was still running, with a little cupid's statue and the water coming out of a seashell.
I kept on journeying .




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Today I'm on Calypso the boat of Jacques Cousteau. I am passing through Helcaraxë, where the great two ice masses of the planet collide. The extreme cold turns your breath into vapor. The realm of the dark blue skies , an antithesis of the innocent white of eternal ice. The creaking ice was falling to pieces before our very eyes, and suddenly, an ethereal melody weaving in the air.
Cousteau: Did you hear that?
Ermis: That faint melody in the air ?
Cousteau: So you too hear it. It's not my old and weary ears that fool me is it?
Ermis: What do you think this is ?
Cousteau: I hear tiny bells ringing. Dancing in the wind and clad in the piano's song they speak to the vast Ice. It can be no other than the famed song of the Ice Queen. The Ice hearkens what the lady has to say, and it responds. Maybe if we reached above the next passage and turn off the motor, we can listen to it more clearly.
-We stopped the boat and climbed the ice, reaching an iceberg that looked like a big white mushroom. Before us lay the ice jewel, the cerulean twilight of these lands. As if all life had stopped, and this frenzy of Nothingness had never existed. As if life had never infested this place. Everything was filled with the void, the twilight almost spoke to you, it too was listening to the song of the Ice Queen. As the first snowflakes touched the ground , the bells sounded fainter, until they couldn't be heard at all.
Ermis: I'd like to stay here forever Jacques.
Cousteau: It's beautiful but nonetheless we have to leave.
Ermis: If I could die and wander as a soul, my first stop would be here.
- We had beer ,cheering the twilight that was now deep , for everything that it said to us, without telling a word.