Raistlin's World

Where does the hungry soul turn to when all lights go out? The mind craves for what the body cannot offer, hunger’s tentacles squeezing every little ounce of imagination from the world around. Nightmares of dreamless land creep closer and closer. It is a prison of thought, one which spells out the trap of predictability and superficiality.
The spirit cannot soar without a challenge, without a touch of magic that comes from looking farther than the eyes can see. Demand more, ask more, don’t linger into the world you know. The things you know will always be there but once you’ve squeezed out the knowledge, there is nothing left but a carcass blocking your way to evolve into a better you.
Don’t linger ….

To everyone’s eyes he looked like a young man, but his appearance could trick anyone into considering him as such. Indeed, a neat trick this was for he was much older that his skin was telling. A deeper look into his eyes would have unveiled a sea of years and each thought that crossed his wandering mind only added more and more. But then again not many would dare to glance behind those eyes and try to see beyond the easy grasp of the appearances. (more…)