In Those Far Days

In those far days, stars had stilts, shafts that pierced every eye with a legendary knowledge. There were celestial dragons that roamed the daylight clouds, actual myths glittered in the sunlight as they shape-shifted through a gleaming creation. Olympus could be found in every nest. Nirvana explored in nightly rain puddles. Heaven was a word for the ordinary and mundane. Then a thing darker than the darkest of shadows, cast its vast leathery wings over the minds of these lesser gods and their magical beasts. Conflicts arose in every land, fairies fled to the timeless flowering fields of Arcadia. Blood oaths were sworn and few there were that would arbitrate for peace. To this day, starlight walks elsewhere, and we the ill-bred whelps of fear, must travel with no thaumaturgic succor or wit to discern this wonderful macrocosm of us.