Those who are shallow cannot support their own weight. |
Sand flew upon the soft sea, and landed gently upon a girlchild's fate. |
Is magic real? Is it concievable that a fantastical thing can be, or is it all fairie tales and hobbit feet? |
Whomever ignorantly said that animals do not have human-like intelligence was right; if animals can find ways to live in balance with each other, than they must be more cunning than humans. |
Today is now yesterday. There is never truly a tommorow. |
The existance of a flower is short lived, but as it blooms, it makes all life worthwhile. |
The day passes, yet throughout the hazy hours one can find a strange peace in daily occurences. |
The shadow of the demon is never the end of things, it only stokes the fire inside of us. |
To dance with the shadows of death is to dance with fate. If life is to live, death is to die. |
The wind always carries secrets. |