The White Heart
An iconic New Plymouth land mark, the White Heart Hotel.
He stands on the brow of a hill looking out towards a jaded sunrise, standing tall he takes the light of the new day being offered and will soon make his way carrying the light within and forward to all.
By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Arms wrapped around a glowing moon he breathes in its essence and lets the light encompass his whole being taking time to let his soul revive.
Legend tells us that every time the moon falls to earth and cracks open magic is bestowed upon those who believe. So every a new moon graces the skys remember the old moon has fallen far from sight and earth magic has filled the air.
Call of the Wild
Deep in the forest of Aclmire, the ancient green hues settle in the evening sky, clouds and mist grace tree tops while a lone wolf sings, his howl ringing out through the valley below. It breaks the silence of the land with the promice of natures best will rise again with tomorrows dawn.