"Speechless, castaway, and wry, a spellbound oddity am I. My feet are planted in the clay, my gaze is locked upon the sky".
FROM THE TALITH SONG “YEARNING FOR FLIGHT”
Golden age illustration of
a massive wooden air-wind ship glides across the night sky, backlit by a luminous, full moon, air-sailing over a forested plain. Airships with billowing sails drift effortlessly in the starlit expanse, their glowing lanterns swinging gently like sea vessels in calm waters. ...