Eleint 6th, 1374DR

When I was young, I always dreamed of a perfect world. In this world, the dull sounds of nature would be replaced by the cheery humming of machines, and the grinding of cogs. Magic would be forgotten, as true science and technology filled every aspect of the everyman's life.

If only all of mankind saw and experienced what I have; the fickleness, destructive rage and the dangerous unpredictability of the Weave.

Science is like an orchestra, with every elegant note and beat played perfectly predetermined, and the components of that orchestra working together in beautiful harmony. You can take that beauty, and you can put it on paper, and until the end of time, that music will sound exactly the same.

Magic is like burnt schnitzel. It is charred with unsightly black marks with little or no rhyme or pattern, and while it may provide someone with sustenance, it can give you indigestion, and doesn't give you nearly as much satisfaction as a properly-cooked schnitzel does.

I have grown old in years. My hair has grayed, and my flesh sags on my bones. But through those many years, one thing has always remained constant - my dreams are still stirred by the grinding of gears, and the humming of machine, and a happy people working in harmony with technology.

The day will come. Very soon.