Dancing With Shining White Souls


As the sun sets on yet another day there is a sense of tranquility in a land far away. Where the dead speak from beyond the grave, whispering softly, passing on their messages from a future world, we have still to save.

Where souls roam free of bonds and ties. Sit in a quiet room and watch the setting sun, and remember those that have been lost.
The sky fills with an aurora of beauty, like flowers of orange and yellow that bloom. The light fades, as the stars come out in a symphony of magic and light.

As day gives way to night, in a melody of love and harmony, there is a backdrop of tragedy as the world looks on. In a flash of fate four thousand...