A new day dawns over the lands of Eden's Race
The rays of light wash the night away like the wind does with it's clouds
The light petals fall over every stone and leaf and none are immune to its silver hand
Here lies true magick as it was in the beginning; no illusion or dim deception
The rightness of each moment shown in ever increasing circles like a pond without a stone
This is the land as we were given and now only exists in each of us as a promise of who we were and are yet to become.
As it was before so it will be again...