A Time Travellers Notebook
Faeries, wood elves, satyrs, dwarves, sprites, leprechauns and centaurs... danced around my childhood bedroom, bringing light to the darkness of human existence. The matrix grey zone never recovered from their enigmatic presence. The T-Zone little people with their other realms music blasted away all illusion of The Cave. Before they faded into the night, the little people sang their ancestral tones loud enough to awaken my mind to what is: "Never forget you are a Time Traveller... " they sang.
... and I never did forget!
