It was a rumored place, a hidden place. Parents would tell their children that, in the darkness, the wicked sons and daughters were spirited away to this place. In flight school, the star guides did their best to quell speculation. "It's a myth," they said. "A nowhere place."
They were right, of course. It is a myth. A nowhere place. But that doesn't mean it isn't real.
The Crosslands. It would be a great meeting place - but you can never be sure you'll ever go home.