Book3:WereMyDreamIs

expanseofblueskiesseemssofamiliartomeasifIhadseenitbefore”hethought.Thenhelookeddownandsawawidestretchofkewater,withitsroilingwaves.“Isn’tthattheStar-MooIhavealwaysbeenthinkingof?Ah,IhaveebaagicsphereofmyKingdomofDreams.”Hedesdedtowardsthegroundasifdesirousofrevisitinghismagnifitpace,butwhatmethiseyeswasonlydipidatedwallsandburntoutbuildings,aspleteruin.“Ahyes,mymagnifitpacehadbeenpletelyburnttotheground.Whatisleftareoigesofitsremains.”Hesuddenlyhadanoddthought,“Didmymagnifitpaceeveractuallyexist?SinceIseeitsremains,itmusthaveexisted”hereasoned.“Irememberthebeautifulpacewascreatedbyapairofinvisiblehands.NowIknowtheinvisiblehahebinedeffortsofmyloyalservantsCreativityandImagination.Theyworkeda