The spiritual planes are many, and with shifting vistas, that are not so easy a reality for the human mind to take in and keep - for men are made of a solid state matrix which prefers to be in one place at the one time, and they are not partial to the parallel realities.
Puck spoke of the age when zebras were all black; when children could see their Angels; when folk spoke the truth.
He told of an era of peace when the Earth herself was relaxed - when birds' feathers were luminescent and could light up the night sky in flight.
He talked of the time when Nature was responsive to thought, and you could walk to the water's edge and it would curl back its waves just for the asking. Of ages when there were unicorn races; and trade between kingdoms; when gnomes had twilight fairs, where fresh bread was nicer than cake.
Of times when the Wind actually talked - in the hollows of rocks and caves it could chatter and call, speak poetry and prophesize, and its songs would travel far over the mountains and teach the wild children of the north.
An age of oracles and far seeing vision - of artistry and intimacy - before the disease of disbelief had succoured the modernist minds.
His stories were all true - of spheres and planes and aeons lost - tales he kept safe within his own living memory, his testimony of what once was, now gone.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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