Rose City rising fair in the mists before me, Thel’arian, aglow beyond. Call of the heron. Aglow, gleaming towers and spires. Snowy white quartz, quartzite, sandstone. Trees, golden leaved and silver rise in the courtyards. A gentle, gentle place. New lands are revealing.
Ways of wonder and grace unveiling, gentleness beyond gentleness and power beyond power
Through the mists, revealing itself now that the time of Return is here.
They are very gentle, the People of this place.
A beautiful White Phoenix resides at the heart of this City. The Spirit of the City, guiding and guarding its wisdom
Mysteries of Power, Gentleness & Strength
Many birds haunt the airs, singing. It is a place where the True Song is heard, rises up, spirals though the Soul. Golden and silver and diamond songs. Obsidian is there too, in the peace and the power underlying.
Here is the rebirth through...