I SENSE THE OLD WIZARD'S GAZE PLAYING UPON ME, ENCAPSULATED WITHIN THE
LABYRINTH OF TRAPS AND TESTS, TO KEEP OUT ALL BUT THE MOST PERSISTENT
OF UNWANTED GUESTS WHO SEEK AN AUDIENCE WITH THE GREAT WIZARD MELKHIOR.

SUDDENLY A COOL BLUE MIST STARTS TO EBB FORTH FROM THE CRACKS IN THE
ANCIENT STONE-WORK. AS IT DOES SO IT BEGINS TO TAKE FORM AND BECOME A
POWERFUL SWIMMING SWIRLING VORTEX OF ENERGY. OVER ALL THE NOISE CAN BE
HEARD THE CHANTING AND SINGING OF LONG FORGOTTEN TUNES, ALL SUNG IN A
BLUR OF FORGETFULNESS.




