Balloon ride over eastern city
In the early morning mist, with the sun claiming the city-scapes, surrounded by the village trees, there sits an old cathedral, like a sleeping dragon, waiting to erupt with ancient creatures of evil and saintly intent.
They live eternally in the misty sunshine of this valley, waiting, and watching
for the human situations to be perfect for their re-embodiment into this world...
Writing by Regina Stemberger