And as you turn to the center of what now appears to be a small clearing in the woods, you hear the words ring out:

The Circle is cast.

We are Between the Worlds.

In this place that is not a place,

in this time that is not a time,

with a willing suspension of disbelief,

we consider the possible,

explore the probable,

and question the truth.

And where once was darkness now becomes a faint light, glowing almost unnoticeably at first, then notably stronger, before you in the Center, coalescing into recognizable forms...

		The Circle is cast.
We are Between the Worlds.
	In this place that is not a place,
		in this time that is not a time,
			with a willing suspension of disbelief,
we consider the possible,
	explore the probable,
		and question the truth.

So Mote it Be...