Now the lands are gone, scourged by the ire of the modern day people's decree. But spirits live on, look to the fires. You must catch our souls to set us free. Time beyond time, between the worlds. They smile as your spirits soar and curl.
Monolithic rationality is the head.
Noble dreams and works - shattered, torn. But the magic and power faded away, When the light gave way to spiritual drought and Oppenheimer replaced Morganna Le Fay. Those inspired, lost, exiled castaways. Music and verse and The Craft are the bones Of these long lost archetypes of elder days. The Burning has ended and they may go free.