When I looked across the pond, the mist fell heavily and blurred my vision, as it always does when she is there. I couldn't tell where I was as space and time seemed to be at a standstill. I could sense that gates were opening and closing all around me, gates to other worlds. And I knew if I walked into the mist, I would pass through one of these gates. Vibrations and energies came and went while I stood still, staring into the mist. I knew she was there, right there in the mist. And I knew she was staring back. She was waiting for me. One day, the mist will come and I will not hesitate. I will go into it.
|The Maiden of the mist.|