There is this hidden canyon right next to the small village Hveragerdi, where I used to spend many of my childhood years. It is quite magical. Almost nobody knows of the things hidden within it. Graced by many little waterfalls that cascades down into the valley. There are carvings in the rocky hill that look like the Hidden people. I call it the parliament of the Hidden people. I often go there on my own and sometimes I invite special friends to this treasured place. There are many hot springs and strange fumes in Hveragerdi. I have heard many stories of visitation between our world and the world of the Hidden people from my mother and grandmother. My grandmother still lives there and Hveragerdi will always remain my favorite little town in the world.