Storytelling and time — where there is story, time is insignificant. Past, future, an eternal now. Memory, prophecy, all one. The bard takes us to an island where a goddess has granted a man immortality, but the man grieves. His mind goes elsewhere, back and forth through the years that are no longer his. Who among us would give up all we have to live forever, remembering what we lost? But thanks to the bard, we are willing captives on this island. We ache to hear how the story will end. We wish it never would.
a
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puzzle
life
i've
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to
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__ Imagination, mind's sight in flight; sometimes we need to fly among our dreams. _m
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that fills life's puzzle
birds wing