Once upon a time, not too far out in the future
People with gather without much preparation
For a meeting beyond the furthest hill
From the north, the Giants will come
With the wisdom of millenniums and the rituals of generations
From the south, the Thinkers
Grey beings with golden minds
Who see everything, but comment on nothing
Behind the mountains to the east and the steppes to the west we can already sense
The weather-worn Hunters and the forest Elves
On their way across a thousand footsteps
To a meeting at the navel of the World
And in spite of differences, they will gather
At the same day and the same hour
And together they will build a monument to understanding
Constructed with Wisdom
Shaped with Grace
Build with Precision
And held together with Golden thread
And everybody will look each other in the eyes
And with love in their voices exclaim
"It's just like a fairytale"
