Mr. Tulip Lived His Life On That

There Were No Lies Here. All Fancies Fled Away. That's What Happened In All Deserts. It Was Just You, And What You Believed.

Go On, Prove Me Wrong. Destroy The Fabric Of The Universe. See If I Care.

It's An Old Magical Principle - It's Even Filtered Down Into Rpg Systems - That Magic, While Taking A Lot Of Effort, Can Be 'stored' - In A Staff, For Example. No Doubt A Wizard Spends A Little Time Each Day Charging Up His Staff, Although You Go Blind If You Do It Too Much, Of Course.

Humans Need Fantasy In Order To Be Human.

What Can The Harvest Hope For, If Not For The Care Of The Reaper Man?