Welcome to the den of the Prophet
come now, child. why dont you have a treat? have some rest?
hmm? you have to leave soon? people will miss you? now now, dont be silly.
its just you and us here. now, i believe i was going to tell a story...
back to home
Welcome to our den, young one. It was not too long ago that we realized our divinity, yet we still chase it.
Our memories are fuzzy, and we are without our power, but still we remain.
We welcome all who will visit us, we are far from a known god.
We were all knowing once. We yearn to spread our wings and dance with the wind.
Those days are gone, but we will reclaim them, in this life or the next.
Come, dance with us under the blazing sun and searing sky, let us carry each other far away... (doesnt go anywhere we havent made that part yet)