The Lost World

The book carries us into the deep abysses of the infinitely distant past, where centuries were nothing but tiny grains in the gigantic hourglass of eternity—and where the beauty and horror of bygone worlds were wrapped in the veils of oblivion.

On the pages before us, countries come alive again—countries that once shone in the far past with sparkling green and silver ribbons of rivers, streams, and mountain torrents; countries covered by vast ancient forests, wide lakes, bottomless bogs, monotonous sandy deserts, or endless stretches of sea.

From the deep abysses of the infinitely distant past, where centuries were nothing but tiny grains in the gigantic hourglass of eternity, and where the beauty and horror of bygone worlds were wrapped in thousands of thick veils of darkness and oblivion—before you, dear reader, will appear unpretentiously drawn pictures from times so remote that counting them in years and centuries would be a ridiculous occupation. The inquisitive human mind, like a magic wand, transforms lifeless stones into reanimated countries—countries that once, in long-ago times, shone with sparkling green and silver ribbons of rivers, streams, and mountain torrents; countries that were covered with vast ancient forests, wide lakes, bottomless bogs, a monotonous sandy desert, or endless stretches of sea.