Beyond the Pillars of Hercules there was a golden island sacred to Poseidon, god of the sea. At the height of its greatness it was lost, struck down by a catastrophic natural disaster. Myth says that it was the cradle of a powerful and original civilisation that had evolved over thousands of years and guarded the knowledge and know-how handed down from generation to generation by its inhabitants, a people of warriors, navigators and daring architects who built magnificent stone towers that had never been seen elsewhere. In the ancient world, the island was considered an earthly paradise: coastline, sea, idyllic mountains and a beautiful landscape dotted with curious black, white and red stones. A land rich in silver veins and spring waters, which rose to the surface in fonts revered as sacred and formed pools of warm water and steam, a panacea of health and beauty. Life lasted longer here, thanks also to bountiful nature and a mild climate, mild summers and winters with plenty of sunshine allowing more crops to be harvested throughout the year.
A game for dreamers, following the clues left by Plato to find traces in Sardinia that lead to the island of Atlas.
