The labyrinth has weighed heavily upon my memory, but the weight is lighter as I walk. The terrors of that place are receding, the face of the Minotaur may haunt me a while yet.
I have been slowly working my way up the tunnel, the last part of my journey in the dark. My arm is weary from holding forth the stone to illuminate my path. My ear is attuned to listen to the quiet voice that speaks behind me. One tells me the path to walk.
Scattered and littered about my feet are the bones of machines i sent here to die. Their sacrifice to the traps and pitfalls cost my entire fortune, but preserved my life. Beautiful once, their destruction obscures everything they once were to me. The stone barely reveals the snare they have become. The path is so treacherous, I would be lost but for the stone I wrested from the Minotaur, and for the voice of One who told me how to find it. And One continues to guide me, as I live.
The light of the stone is gradually accompanied by the glow coming from far ahead. Sunlight spills into the tunnel as an opening appears! I pause for a moment to reflect on the sparkling facets of the stone revealed by greater light. I place the loop over my head, to let the stone rest on my heart. It’s role has changed as the moon gives way to the coming of the Sun.
Resuming the path fills me with wonder and dread, to dare hope the drought is over. The drought that sent me from the parched surface, deep underground to find hope. The path reaches the tunnel’s mouth, my own opens in awe! Hills encircle the valley that stretches forth down to the sea. All is still here, barren trees and underbrush dare not whisper. Fallow fields yet unplowed strike a momentary fear. I must look upwards to see where my hope comes from.
The clouds! A thrill of joy washes over me. They billow down, rolling with shouts of thunder! Life will return to the earth again. That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, to do the miracles of One.
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