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.

[...]

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.