This is where, so to speak, the heavens extend to other skies.
Here, other rules shall prevail.
This is where other stars shine brightly,
like in the Elysium of the poet.
Solemque suum, sua sidera norunt
– VIRGILE, Aeneid, book VI:641
It didn’t matter, he was a loner.
There was nowhere he could call home and he had only one refuge: the peace of his soul.