Weary Wanderer, come and look
at the Willow and the Brook.
Come the Newborn, come the Old
where my stories will be told,
where eyes so bright
by day and night
wait till faeries come in sight
come inside!
Lose your fright!
You may find your heart's delight.

You have come to see a place called The Willow and the Brook. But this is not yet it, and yet it's part of these realms, as well as of any other. You have come to the Gates of Dawn.
As I will be your guide on your way through the Realms, you will get to know me by names as manifold as the Realms themselves. I am Nightfeather, I am Ophelia, but right now, I am none but the Piper at the Gates of Dawn.
Now what are these Realms that I keep talking about? Ah ... you begin to show interest! That's fine. We will get along well. The Realms ... there are two of them: The Willow and the Brook. The Realm of the Willow is about the games we play, role-playing games, as they are called. We all play a role in everyday life, but it's not the same. I hope I need not explain the difference to you. If you are new to the subject, feel free to send me an , and I may try to tell you.
The second Realm, the Brook, is different. It is about the stories that are called life, my stories and my life. Yours may be different, but I may never know unless you tell me. Though I don't even want to part my life with you, I will freely give you my stories.
And then, there is another Realm, an In-between like this one, called the Tempest. I will tell you only one thing about it: Though all other links of this page may be dead, as this is still a mere facade, this one will work. It will lead you to a world of Wind and Words. Try it out. It will not do you harm.
Then come back and see my world proceeding ...

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