..... a hall - well, not really a hall, more a sort of vast underground cave. I could see the gnarled old roots, curving in and out of the earthen walls, ageless, some of them probably dead long ago.

And in this hall I saw an endless amount of light blue crystals floating in the air, turning in the breeze and tinkling when they meet - whirling around, losing contact and moving on to their neighbour - an endless dance with music... their own music... musicians, dancers and audience at the same time... It was awesome... breathtaking and simply beautiful to watch.

I don't know for how long I had stood there and gazed, it could have been seconds - minutes - even years.... Time played no role at all. I felt peace and calmness. Then I was jolted out of this magical dream: one crystal floated down to me, I held my palms open and it came to rest on them, it had no weight at all and if, it was lighter than a feather. I could not close my hands to imprison it - that seemed wrong to me. I simply admired it and my heart widened... the tinkling music found its way, my heart welcomed it, caressed it - peace and joy....

Then I heard a faint high sweet voice, more a whisper and a tune than coarse words of the human language - but I understood.
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It said... it sang... it whispered of a time long ago, when all creatures of this strange world, we were stranded in, were at peace with each other and had chosen this place to meet, listen and leave again. The bond of mutual respect and love was strengthened. Then the tune seemed to change, it became sadder, lost its joy...[/color]

"What happened then?" My voice echoed through the hall...

[color:"#a0a0ff"]The creatures of this world ceased to come, not at once... but from meeting to meeting the number lessened and after some time noone came.[/color]

"Why?"

[color:"#a0a0ff"]Lust for power took over.... superiority took over... wanting to conquer, kill and enslave took over... Enmity between old befriended races grew and the seed of hate and death was planted...[/color]

"Can this be reversed? If I could gather some and bring them here, could they become messengers then for the old music times?"

[color:"#a0a0ff"]No, our age is over... this is the age of steel and blood.[/color]


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