| The sun began to set, giving off the illusion that it sinks into the ground. The sky breathes pink and orange and red as the light seethed through filters of clouds. The emerald grass became a dark blanket as the sky became a ceiling of blue. Shadows fade away as the shade reaches out to itself, eventually meeting in the places where light is most fleeting. A veil of fog rises, engulfing the countryside as if the clouds themselves descended from Heaven to caress the Earth. The mist is almost tangent, swirling and dancing along long lost remnants of Avalon. Heaven this? What, these tumbled pillars of Stone? These corroded tabernacles of the Holy? Elysian fields of greatness, aye, but not this! The mists twirl, taking the shape of long lost revenants that haunt the living. Faces smile and grin, bear witness to pain and agony and the anguish and anger within. Footfalls, heavy with armor, light with apparitions echo off these once majestic halls. Avalon is no more; a charmingly disarming legend never to be forgotten. |
| The Fall of Avalon |