The so-called “Lost Paradise” is, if you ask me, just a myth. I first heard about this land after visiting the northern region of Sierra Gehenna. A fellow member of the Foundation, an aging master scribe in the bustling town of Redding, related to me a mythical tale about this supposed paradise that he himself had heard from traders of the Restored States of America.
According to those brave folk that once lived north of the desert region (in case you’ve never been there, it’s a dry hot country of rolling mountains, interspersed with dry forests that are prone to summer wildfires that rage for weeks on end), the land north ascends into higher and higher mountains, like the towering fortresses of mythical giants. These distant peaks are said to be beyond even the Restored States (which, as far as I can tell, are really, really, far north), and beyond them lies the Lost Paradise.
The Lost Paradise was described only vaguely to me, as a land of rich pine forests, steady heavy rains almost all year-round, and towering mountains with snow-covered peaks (in case you don’t know what snow is, it’s what water becomes when it falls from the sky in cold weather; it’s white, fluffy, and really cold, and sort of piles up like sand). Wild animals are said to live freely here, where no man can ruin it. Even the Ancients respected this land, and kept their hand clear of it. If such an unbelievable paradise does in fact exist, I hope to someday find it!