And so she says to he who has created her:
I cannot say, with certainty, what lies at the end, but I know it is a thing that makes all else seem as a brief dream. What now is known will seem as swift in passing as a wind brushing through branches, then gone.
It is easy to feel that we have traveled long in this forsaken land, but I should remind you of that prize.
Let us not succumb to weariness. Let not the darkness of night cause forgetfulness. Ahead - not far - is the thing hoped for. That great illumination. Perfection unsurpassed. Love's fulfillment. Rest and water and shade and peace. Go with me then, so that we may reach it at last.
by Rachelle LeCount
