Gate

For some, it lays open, unhindered.
For others, a rickety wooden door -
For the rest, a wall.

This, is the Gate.

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For some, it opens early.
For some, it opens late.

Others -- others can only stay, trapped between the worlds, trapped between the walls.

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Once gained, never lost,
Once entered, never erased,

Its effects are everlasting.

This is the gift of the Gate.

Heed well this tale,
Remember to listen,

To the tones of beneath,
And to those without --

This, is the Gate.

Go forth,
The Gate may close--

But never forget.
With this gift comes potential,
With potential comes power--

Forget not the indelible ink of those from before,
Forget not the darkness,

But remember the light.

Go forth.

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"Welcome."

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This is the Gate.

Beyond the gate...

Is your domain.

And words are your slaves.

Waltz

Winter has made its advent.

Hinted at with darkening nights, greyer skies, colder days, Winter brings its sorrows and its sadness, bitter with waning stars and frosty nights.

Winter, the color of grey;
Winter, the color of cold;
Winter, the color of dark;
Winter, the color of snow.

Winter is white, clear, and pure.
And it is beautiful, amongst the grey and black, Winter, the reminder that beauty needs not color to show its worth.

White.
White, the color of all colored lights,
Clear, its proof of its virtue,
Pure, for it is the last of the four, the one that states the end that is the beginning.

Winter, known to be bitter, sad, full of only sorrows;
Winter, the giver of snow, the giver of ice and frost, its quiet grace often gone unknown;

Winter gives us its silent beauty, its quiet grace, a beauty in death that gives chance to new life;

Snow, dancing in the wind;
Ice, edging remains in intricate crystal,
Frost, ephemeral patterns on the glass;

This is Winter's waltz, a peace in the cold, a dance in the starless nights, a quiet grace, this is its waltz, life and death, hand in hand.

Glimpse

The fires of the night sky fade, consumed by the emerging rays of light, as the quiet solitude beneath the stars is lifted and the sky is set ablaze by the colors of the rising din as the day awakens;

The light is blinding;

The stars are gone. 

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Faded;

Clouded;

A wilting waning glimmer;

Nearing evanescence:

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To travel beyond the zenith,

To seek beyond the sky,

To glimpse beyond the daunting, blinding light:

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astro/

/naut

"astronaut."

[...]

A sailor of the stars.