Those who are shallow cannot support their own weight.

Sand flew upon the soft sea, and landed gently upon a girlchild's fate.

The wind always carries secrets.

To dance with the shadows of death is to dance with fate. If life is to live, death is to die.

The shadow of the demon is never the end of things, it only stokes the fire inside of us.

The day passes, yet throughout the hazy hours one can find a strange peace in daily occurences.

The existance of a flower is short lived, but as it blooms, it makes all life worthwhile.

Today is now yesterday. There is never truly a tommorow.

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.

Is magic real? Is it concievable that a fantastical thing can be, or is it all fairie tales and hobbit feet?