You dream of places,
old and engrained with stories,
both told and untold.

You dream of wonderous forests,
lakes and dark mountains.

You dream of trees,
almost sensing, living and creating halls of wonder.

You dream of soil, water and fire.

You dream of shadows,
impenetrable and insurmountable looming over you.

You dream of giants,
decendants of Gods.

You dream of a door to ancient secrets,
to the very creation of Ar.

You dream of forgotten knowledge, hidden stories
and the light that illuminates them from the shadows.

You dream of an inn,
a light in the distant,
and a message,
too weak to be heard.