Whence are myths born?

Where does imagination find the space to run free…

For centuries, stories are whispered through forests, among leaves and shadows.
Where time seems to stop and reality blends with dreams… there exists a hidden place.

The Elven Palace of Equestrian Myths.

Deep within a dense, dream like forest, among giant plane trees, maples, firs, and pines, where sunlight pierces through the canopy like golden threads, with streams flowing silently and waterfalls singing endlessly,
under the eternal sounds of birds,
stands a palace that few have ever witnessed.

An ancient palace.
A living palace.
Built by elves, guardians of memory and imagination.

Here, stories do not simply exist…
they are written.

Horses, free, elegant, brave, and mysterious creatures stand at the heart of every myth.
They do not belong to one world… but to all.

At times they rise into the sky as Pegasus, winged messengers of the air, symbols of freedom and inspiration.
At times they wander across the earth as Unicorns, proud and pure, guardians of life and balance.
Other times they take the form of Centaurs, wise beings who unite human intellect with the instinct of nature.
And in the depths of the seas they transform into Hippocampus, rulers of waters and guardians of unknown worlds.

And in the heart of the Great Hall of the palace, where myths take form, stand four great paintings.

Not simple depictions… but living narratives.

The Pegasus rules the sky.
The Unicorn stands proudly upon the earth.
The Centaur balances between knowledge and nature.
The Hippocampus rises from the depths of the sea.

Together they form the eternal balance of the elements: air, earth, mind, and water from which all stories are born.

In the stables of the palace, the creatures are cared for with respect.
In the forge, horseshoes and equipment are forged for journeys not yet written.
At the back, an old well whispers secrets from other times.

Ascending the stairs, we reach the cylindrical courtyard with its decorative pergola and the small tower guard room. And at the top of the tower burns the sacred, Eternal Flame of Horses, the element of fire, the sacred spirit that unites all horses, through the five elements: air, earth, water, fire, and mind.

In the center of the palace stands the Great Hall of Myths.
Books, scrolls, and paintings fill the space. Stories are written, images come alive, and new worlds are born, and everything is recorded in the library and preserved in the historical memory of the palace.
There, a magical sphere reveals new lands and unknown mythical creatures, all beneath the light of a great chandelier spreading across the hall, illuminating knowledge and creation.

On the balcony, under the light of day, a painter silently observes and transforms vision into image, sometimes as illustrations that bring books to life and sometimes as paintings that tell stories through time.

Above all, the king watches over everything.
Every word.

Every myth.

Every truth.

And the guards…
protect something far more than a palace.

They safeguard the legacy of horses!