Long agone , before the world was measured by timepieces and timetables, there was a area so far east that the daylight sounded to begin there. Its denes were green with vineyards, its gutters bright with tableware fish, and its mountains shone white with snow indeed in summer. The people of this area believed that the land itself was entranced, for the timbers rumored in languages only children sounded to understand, and on clear nights, stars dropped low enough to rest on the rooftops before evaporating like sparks.