#0070. Passing between worlds. Life does not root in all things. At the end of all things we see the light unknowable. Passing between worlds is a frightening ordeal. The trial is devastating. Hearts stop just to witness. The Priests may hold your hand, but likely, you will come alone with two silver coins in your tightly knit palm. What's real phases out of sight and your mind is dissolved in the aether. What will you be when everything about you is lost and out of focus?
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