" Mother why is there a dirty ugly rock on by bed."

You see, the thing about us is, we actually /have/ spirit animals. We don't just joke about having them.

Man has said that only God can create souls. But when the line between life and animation is blurred, man can never again be sure what exactly is true and what is not.

It's a bit funny how ignorant people can be, and I find great joy in telling them, exposing things so ludicrous they wouldn't dare of dreaming them up.

It all started with a tiny golden pebble.

The rich reds of the sunset descended on my lush forest as I picked up my ink-splattered diary and pen and wrote of my exhausting but amazing day.

A face that has been seen nowhere appears in her dream, she doesn't who just that she'll find out.

It was in the third season of the seven hundred and fifth year of The Aradis Occupation of Thurfidia that the savior of the people was born--a wizard of some unnatural power: songspell.

Last night I dreamt again of the white stag.