Shamans.....they spoke of times and places now long forgotten. They seemed to rise from history itself, breathing between the ages, riding the unconscious wave of all which has ever been or will ever be..

“… She left the town and kept walking until she arrived at the forest. The woods were dark but she carried on until she found herself at the house of the Dream Weaver…
She watched the smoke from the woven dreams escaping through one of the seven chimneys as the wind carried them to faraway houses and as she did, she heard a voice say: “I knew you would come…”