Mists of Magic

Ignorance is a sweet bliss but it cannot last forever.

For as long as you can remember you’ve felt a gnawing tug drawing you towards a time and place you cannot clearly recall. Vague but intoxicating sensations penetrating the borders of your soul, threatening to drag you beneath the waves. You feel lost–as if you have lost something that has simultaneously lost you–and yet you do not understand in the slightest what is missing. Who cares, anyway? You’ve got more important things to worry about, like your first semester of college or which new game you’re going to play all night. Cosmic secrets and infernal ecstasy can wait.