The Stars are Burning

I have witnessed a miracle. An experience of such strange magic, I struggle to put thought to paper. In my youth I had heard the elder druids whisper in hushed tones of such marvels, but until last night I never dreamed I would experience such a thing. It was a bright and moonlit night when I partook of the Wispybloom. Then, suddenly, the skies caught fire. The stars tumbled down around me, great rivers of firelight, and yet remained in their place to brighten the evening sky. Amid the brilliance, I found myself transported to a realm apart. Where, I cannot say, but the weight of the world had lifted from me. I floated, as if cradled by the waters of the sea on a still day, at once empty of my mortal vessel and at one with all things. The leaves of the trees lit up like lightning bugs, and mushroom blooms formed ringlets in the fallow earth. Wisps of light darted from among their caps, leaving trails of radiance hanging in the night air. And the sound! I could hear the rustling of leaves and the chirping of insects, but above it all, the clarion call of female voices, raised in song. It was then that I beheld… HIM! The black wolf, Gwyllgi, tall as a man, skulking at the edge of the grove, his blazing red eyes fixed upon me. I knew at once that I was a trespasser here in the land of Annwn, and must return across the veil to my own land.