Dreams, magical, forgotten now by all but a few.
Realms of Autumn Twilight whence the dragons flew.
A fire, kindled, burning in the souls of those who
gaze west into the dying fire, the hue
of dusk and remember great battles and old friendships that knew
no fear. How rare to
feel the depth of true
imagination. As the sands of our time run through
remember always the Centaur's wisdom and Eagle's view;
each of us holds a place in our hearts where all these legends grew.