Wonder and Trepidation

The gallery of time is opened up beneath a tunnel of oaks, wherein the called novice enters with wonder and trepidation.

Under the snow, all things are pristine.

The wanderer who proceeds along the path is transformed, and the end looks upon the beginning with a smile astonished and familiar.

The house is old, and sits on an ancient estate, and its halls echo with empty ages, with the absences of wanderers departed.

Hesitation is as foolish as haste-

He who lingers is swallowed up, while he who jumps blindly is broken against the earth.