Last year, Basio, Zyndal and I were returning from the kingdom of Karantza, when we happened upon an old, crusty villager that told us of a fascinating place he called, "The Circle of Dreams". Not having heard of this curiosity before, we were naturally interested enough to ask for directions. The journey would take several days, but as we were not in a great hurry to return home, we decided to press on to this new adventure. Those few days were exciting on their own, but those details can be told at a later time.

The mysterious character of this piece stems from the feelings we all experienced as we journeyed through one of the most intriguing spots ever encountered.

On our way to Polchurn, our route took us by way of the Valley of Rinchon. The little-traveled road through the mist-covered valley was known by nearby residents as the "Road of Dreams", and was never used except in the full light of day. Tales from the villagers told of sounds emanating from the fog, mystical music heard and flashing rose colored lights.

About a year ago, Basio, Zyndal and I had an occasion to revisit the ancient kingdom of Tuareas near the eastern Mediterranean. We had encountered this beautiful spot on an earlier adventure and had made friends with the court wizard there, Berantan. He had promised a most unusual sight if we ever had a chance to return, and so we took this opportunity to renew our friendship.

As we sat in the stern, Zyndal whispered his excitement to Basio. Our voyage to the fabled land of Atlantis by way of the Pillars of Hercules had begun! The vessel moved away from the pier and within moments we were sailing! I remember the sounds of the seagulls overhead, the creaking of the mast and the swish of the oars in the water. It was a dreamlike setting with the sun beginning to set in a blaze of glory in the west with the open sea in front of us. The coastline sped past us and suddenly we were between the Pillars, the Straits of Gibralter as we know it.