Lords of RPG

Tomorrow 'morrowland

A gift, a gift from the Ancients.

Brought from Tomorrow, 'morrowland.

The Crystal betwixt the clouds shines the colors of the Making.

All bow before the Kempin.

From the Primordial building blocks beneath,

To the many misguided mortals.

Drink the nectar from the Crystal,

And permit the soul to rest awhile.

Dream until the Stars catch Tomorrow 'morrowland.

(Fye Nursery Song. Written in Sylvan. Translated by Shade.  Shade believes this may be a powerful sleep song.  He believes it affects all Fye creatures who hear it until possibly the next sunrise. Some will curl up and sleep. Others float up, protected and out of range. However, the song heals and strengthens them.  That is Shade's theory.)