Diving Down out of a Cosmic Sky

There are faerie lights in Faerie - not the tiny paper lanterns that you might see strung up high upon a tree, and not the fat neon fireflies that sprinkle the forests at night - no, these lights are actually the beings themselves, visible as just a pin-point of light, like stars on the sky, the etheric beings grace our world with fleeting sparks of brilliant radiance.

They say for every problem there is a solution, and that grey wolves have white beards; marshmallows taste better toasted; and, once a queen, you are always a queen until death. Sifting through such wisdoms is a pastime of the disenchanted, for they have lost their own secret knowledge and seek to find it by the light of another's insights.

The air was cool and its mists were fresh.

While the lost souls locked in the interior of Hell sat picking at their scabs, the newborns were jettisoned fast into the world, diving down out of a cosmic sky, where centuries of future men awaited their time for a soft landing.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series