30 October 2011

The Gate

The Gate by Zian Silverwolf
Building worlds as a bridge from reality to the dream that stirs inside the mind, something ancient, before the primal beginnings of this earth, stemming back into a time beyond knowledge...

There flickers a sense of acknowledgement, for a world so foreign and alien in its essence; it lives as a fairytale in the consciousness of mankind, yet rules with a longing for memory or experience somehow lost, or just outside of reach.

Time interrupts knowing; fact intervenes. And dreams remind us that once upon a time, we did know.
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