Ribbeck in the Havelland

The Old Distillery at Ribbeck

A place in the Havelland, and the root of the Aeonians.

The old distillery

At the place stands the old distillery: a building of red brick, overgrown with green, with a tall chimney that rises far above the land. Once, spirits were distilled here; today it is a silent witness to a bygone time, weathered and dignified at once. It is precisely this mixture of decay and endurance that makes the place what it is.

Where the world grows thin

There are places where the world grows thin, where the here and the beyond touch one another. Ribbeck is such a place. Thresholds like these do not lie scattered by chance, but along a fine net of lines that runs through the land, and they draw to themselves what travels between the worlds. Now and then a stone falls here from the sky, star-metal, as it has always been drawn to such places. And long before anyone knew the name Ribbeck, people knew that this ground is different.

The Bench

In front of the old distillery stands a plain wooden bench. On it the first conversation began: a chronicler with his notebook, a knight in golden armour, between them an evening that would not end. Whoever takes a seat there never sits entirely alone.

Root of the Aeonians

From this place grows M.d.Ä., the world of the Aeonians. The golden pear tree under which Menelaus sits carries on the legacy of the Ribbeck tree: something that remains while time passes. The Old Distillery at Ribbeck is not merely a backdrop, but an origin — the real place where a universe takes root.