Orbs of spectacular presence. Nestled in a bed of fire. Epitome of that magic force. A driving force of sorcerous bliss. Mystical anathema pursuing dreams. Fording fast flowing rivers. Climbing mountains to reach their lair. Soaring on the thermals, magnificent. beautiful, spectacular. Just out of range in their tantalizing actuality. Experience the soaring a belief that does not rest on proof. The knowing is enough. That there within that precarious container. The dragons egg wherein. A wisp of potential life begins. Flitting on the cusp of a dream. Willing It into being because it just must be. The dream must live on within that dragons egg. That spark that survives beyond all expectations.