In the Heights, beyond space and time, among reddish clouds
Through brilliant rays of golden light, in waiting of dawn
Arises Arsaeum, dwelling of the Muses
Between marble columns, which fade into the Infinite,
They dance and sing, inviting mortals to lose themselves in their domains
Where time stops, where evil does not stalk
Where fear is a meaningless word and hatred a distant murmur
Where the artist goes looking for inspiration, where the oppressed rest their weariness and the dreamer meets their destiny…

Listen today to the voices, calling from the limits of eternity
Forget the truth of the world
Or invent it from the song of the Muses.

The image of the Muses' Dwelling, as a site where artists and dreamers go for inspiration, took form in my mind while I was listening to the song Bite Me by Snakeskin. I made the name "Arsaeum", with the Latin word ARS, combined with a termination utilized in names such as Ramesseum (the funerary temple built by orders of Ramses the Second) or in words like Coliseum, Mausoleum, etc.