It has been a long time. The winter is cold in both touch and feeling. Hardly anything has the same value for all. This is what hurts us the most. We who live in the heart of a great land. Such a great land is bound to attract attention, and attention is what we do not need. We fight Banality everyday, for even when we walk down the street, we must be careful, because you never know when it is safe or not. We are the Changelings of Austin, and it is our duty to keep the dreams alive. |
The winter is among us, and this is the darkest time for our kind, and for the humans. If we go, we take the world's art and dreams with us. And this, beyond all other results, would be the most disasterous to all. For without art and dream, the is no glamour. And without glamour, there is no hope. |
| But there are those who exist who have taken the front of this eternal battle. They are the ones who will now face this threat dead on. They are the ones who will risk their own beings to help. But is this joining of the battle too late for our heros? Only time will tell. The enemy is great, but we have something that they do not. Hope is our ally. |