Can I respond in poetry?
Yes, of course!
So, tell me about Antiva...
You wish to know? I'll take you there
The sound of Lillos fills the air
The sun burns on a dazzling sea
Just close your eyes and follow me
It's a warm place with gentle rain
You hear a whisper, most arcane
of blooming flowers, heady wine
of obscure secrets, lost in brine
The narrow streets of marble gleam
A childhood's nightmare, pleasant dream
A glittering gem amidst the sand
A dark-haired beauty in my hand
A whorehouse near the Royal Palace
Children are trained to become callous
packed in like crates in tiny flats
The stench of leather, blood and rats
This is Antiva, is my home
And now, since through the world I roam
I'm cold in genuine concern
and wistful, for I can't return