After leaving the jungle, I am called to the City of Dreams once more. That such a place exists in the incarnate, woven of so many strange and wondrous energies entices me. Calls to something within that had long-since been unmet.
The sigil of Fire is strong here. Metal, iron and fire. Driving out here with a pair of lovers; I find my way to a place called ‘Sparseland’; there to connect with the troupe of firedancers I had been playing with in New Yorke. I do not know where the adventure will lead. It is strange, to consider this from the Now. The hodgepodge of thoughts and reactions, sensations and movements that defined ‘youth’.
Ah. I had one of the most romantic, beautiful moments of my Life here. The girl I had found resonance with on the sacred land of the Mother appears. It is one of the magnificent qualities of the City of Dreams that synchromysticies occur so easily; as if the chaff separating us from our Wonder is made thin.