fairies and tales of cycles and stuff

The dragon egg was being warmed to the touch. The raven was waiting by the window when a ghost appeared from fairy's world. The end is near calling or crowing the end is coming near. Watch what you want. Being careful for the world is coming to an end. There are those who believe in seven cycles the Jews, there are those that believe the second woman made for Adam was queen of the fairies... There are those believe this is the third cycle of life here on earth, and it shall recover and start again four more times... There are those believe this is the last of the seventh cycle of phase- and there will be a great change to end the cycles... The raven knows a secret this life is meaningless unless the soul finds the place its energy is supposed to power. For those lucky few that know or suspect what to do.. to tell the tale correctly a warm hot chocolate is needed. The tale is old beyond years untold. Nevertheless, for those creators - it was but a day or specifically 14 or five days ago depending on times, and ages believed in. There is nothing new under the sun. This is but a life energy equates to something worth spending... so the question back to the dragon's egg. What does that have to do with an egg... or for that matter, a beginning of a new age? Once upon a time, there was a ghostly tale or therein... May 20th 2016 a person let us just call him the author of this story awoke with a yell. His thought coming into his head was what was the matter with this person. Yelling is not what I do nor what I expect of other people to do. The day carried on in a different tone then normal. Accompanying his mother in law to the hospital, he noticed some things had changed. There was a paper wall divider added the size of a whole wall and for some extraconal reason there were people in the wing and lines to a window that had appeared out of no where that he could recall having visited the hospital a couple of times prior to this trip. His mind was not into much more thinking at that time because he had gotten some cookies. The first cookies in a while. People are strange. Instead of marveling at being thrown into a new universe the author was happy to eat cookies and patiently awaiting his mother in law to come back. You see sometimes noticing things and realizing things are two different senses. Happiness for cookies, however, is something he could hold onto tangibly and did with happiness. Upon his mother in law returning, we went outside for a taxi. Now here is the strange of it. We argued with three taxis until the fourth one. The author not being involved with the first three arguments asked what the issue was. The taxis wanted 15 BS instead of 10 BS. The new mother in law remembered 10 BS and was a very nonsensical woman who was not taking any of the raising the prices... Upon getting out of the taxi the author realized something strange the US embassy was totally different. The windows once wide with the show of we are strong were now narrow like gun ports where one would expect archers to being hiding behind. The author just shook his head and entered his appointment not thinking much...