I long to go back, to the skirl of the pipe and the steady beat of drum. To see the mist again as I stand upon the rail, what future dreams were born, what tales these walls would tell. And now to silence fallen, yet a few return to behold the comforting vista and to dream anew. Old Alakol home I miss you truely I do. I hope the giants will one day bless us with your in world presence and not leave it to chance that you will one day know only silence.