You are walking through the deep dark woods. You have been treading on the forest floor for days, weeks, maybe months. You don’t really know anymore; this space devours time. You lay your weary form to rest beneath an ancient tree and, lost in momentary reverie, you hear a sound, or not quite a sound, something that seems to have the properties of little sparkling lights. You get up and follow the sound; now your step seems guided and reinvigorated with purpose. Wondrously you reach a clearing; there you are greeted by the sight of a tower crowned by the full moon. Atop the tower, splitting the lunar light, a cloaked silhouette raises a wand to the sky and the moon shines golden. Welcome, disciple; welcome to the realm of The Wizard In The Ivory Tower.
