Once upon a time...

Once upon a time there as a dreamland where everything could happen and with some whispered words all the lead could be turned into gold... This dreamland was so dreamy and yet so concrete that sometimes people disbelieved the power of alchemy and sometimes lost their faith in all that was pure and pristine... and so life was painted with shades of gray and people were filled with fear of the unknown. The starry skies disappeared, the morning dew was now heavy rain... and so life became a burden... sometimes too heavy for their fragile bodies and minds... But still there was a place in men for that glimpse of magic: sometimes at night while people slept, they could experience the power of magic, the power of dreams and those dreams sometimes became real in form of songs, poems, paintings and even babies..... That was called "Creation", that was called "Art" and because artists believed in their creative power they were sometimes misunderstood and sometimes cast out. People feared their power of making things new, of turning clay into a masterpiece... Sometimes they were said to be out of this world, but in fact that was not true... Nevertheless they fed the hope for a better world in people's sleeping hearts, sometimes they were awakened by their creations, sometimes they could believe in the dreams they had... And thus this dreamland that many people think is a nightmare is just waiting for a touch of magic to be reborn with all its natural majesty... This dreamland lives in every soul, in every heart, in every child, in every flower... This dreamland is called EARTH...