Beyond a rise that overlooks the shore there lies a misty lowland veiled in lore whose simple secrets, hidden and obscure elude so many seekers, rich and poor that bitterness and rage they did outpour and "here be dragons!" was the curse they swore against the earth that dared deny rapport.
Thus branded as a no-man's land, no more would seekers chance the journey to explore the unknown wonders cloaked in metaphor or find the footprints left by those before so subtly lit by glow of stars' allure, a testament to those who ne'er forswore the search for right and meaning, heretofore.
Yet dark resentment served to underscore what irony their declaration bore! For dragons have been known since time of yore as guardians of treasures, evermore; and be these gold or jade or secret door through which eternal light and wisdom soar, the truth is ever plain in dragon's roar.
But lo! That truth shall yet come to the fore of minds and hearts and spirits who endure the journey of our life, our cosmic tour and know this trek is more than merely chore. Those secrets which lie hidden on the moor, though coveted as treasures by the score, are simply symbols of the truth, the core.
In fact, there are no gems or wealth or ore or artifacts or any goods to store beneath the earth or waters, to be sure; but simple beauty and perfection pure which sing of unity 'twixt sky and shore and comfort humble hearts forevermore are all you'll find upon the dragon's moor.