Journals of Yesteryear

Floating islands drift lazily amidst fluffy, picturesque clouds in the perfectly blue sky - you watch for a while as a magnificent airship soars high above waves of grass in the distant fields, casting a shadow over the centuries-old jindo ruins below.   The gentle spring breeze carries the wonderful aroma of freshly baked delicacies, and the sound of laughter and animated discussions turns your attention to the brightly coloured tents of the annual guild fair you're here to explore.   In your excitement you almost drop your entry ticket, but with an instinctive flourish of magic you return it to your hand before it falls - your thumb returns to idly running along its perforated edges and embossed text as you head towards the entrance.