In the middle of a city that is settled around a lake, where the birds sing the songs of a magical realm, and the sky lends a deep shade like a weeping willow, where the moon whispers the dialect of Gods, and the stars interpret it aware that we scarcely can, rests my home, a creation influenced by all such virtues.If I were to be absolutely candid with you, I would claim that living here has never been arduous; there has rarely been a day of strife.I often take a glance forward to my regular dates with braised mushrooms and