The Plot
Every story has a beginning. Every person is a seed which must be planted and cultivated lest it wither away and die. For Erik Destler his root was an old manor on a hill in Turku, Finland, in a beautiful garden dubbed 'Lothlorien' where the flowers are fore'er in bloom. He was her most special flower of all, and she was his very world in those days of puerile innocence.
She was mine as well.
But this is not his tale to tell. It is my own.
Many years before there was an Opera Ghost, long before there was even any thought of Paris; it's wars, it's prejudices and the anger of its exploited citizens there was just a garden and in that garden grew a boy who knew nothing of his own plight, knew nothing of his difference. He was innocent.
We were all so very innocent...
Love was the basis for all. Music was our driving force. Nature was our kingdom. And I?
I was lost in its perfection...
Coming soon