Somewhere past the horizon lies beautiful hills populated by rice paddies, forests, orchards, and pastures. People here live in relative peace with each other as well as vampires, werewolves, elves, dwarves, succubi, fairies, and a host of other creatures.
An old electric train still trundles its way up the steep tracks leading to the quarries, a farmer's new tractor drags a disc harrow across a freshly tilled field. The air smells of earth and nature, and there's no place I'd rather be.
A steam locomotive still chugs along the coast as the waves crash against the shoreline delivering passengers from town to town along the way. Logs move down from the woods near Milton to the bustling mill town while a steamship awaits its load of fresh cut timber.
Gravel trains scream down the mountain with the air brakes struggling against a thousand tons of train and a four percent grade somehow keeping the train at a slow enough speed so that it doesn't tear off the track.
The trees bud, bloom, grow, bear fruit, and die off again as the endless cycle of life repeats itself over and over. But no matter how endless and repetitive this cycle is it never gets old, as there is always new growth, new death, that feeds on to more births. When I die lay my body down at the bottom of a river, so I can feel the water on my skin. Or spread my ashes under the canopy of the trees that I've worked so hard to grow throughout my whole life.
Into the hills
They're calling me
It's a place where I can escape society
Into the hills
It's home for me
It's a place where I can finally be free
Well I've, traveled far
Led on by, this lonely heart of mine
Looking for, A new start
So into the hills I will go
And I will travel far
Into the hills
They're calling me
It's a place where I can escape society
Into the hills
It's home for me
It's a place where I can finally be free
Maybe I'll find
True love
Far away
Where the green grass grows
Maybe I'll find
Just enough
Of a living to get by
And have a little more
Into the hills
They're calling me
It's a place where I can escape society
Into the hills
It's home for me
It's a place where I can finally be free
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The Green Hills
FantasyJohn, a young man desperate to escape urban life moves to the small countryside town of Greenhill. A place with few people, and even more super natural. Soon he discovers, this quaint little town,is anything but normal.
