Ahead lies a reminiscence of dances past, 'neath solstice and full moon, around some ancient stone, laden with magyckal import. A smell of fungi lingers, where tiny feet once trod the ground.
Ahead lies a reminiscence of dances past, 'neath solstice and full moon, around some ancient stone, laden with magyckal import. A smell of fungi lingers, where tiny feet once trod the ground.