The messages of the dragonflies

Each evening, the great Arcadian entrusted his dreams to the winds, breathing them beneath the wings of glittering dragonflies to offer them to his lieutenants in the distant provinces. From his certainty sprang their radiance: the firmer his thoughts grew, the more these golden messengers cleft the azure with a dazzling fervor. But should doubt come to shadow his mind, the flight of the dragonflies grew heavy and hesitant, until their misty wings dissolved into the silence of the night.