This room is open and bright, with a ceiling ornamented with curled molding. Framed images cover almost every wall, each one lit from within. A bench sits in the middle of the room.
These are some of my favorite things I've worked on and made over the years. I hope someone else might be inspired by them to make something of their own.
You could spend hours seeing everything in this room. (And maybe one day you'll actually be able to, once I've put everything in here that I'd like.)
There are two doors here.
Sister, there’s a song in the pipes.
The discordant whistling that sings of aeons forgotten.
Can’t you hear the Breath?
Sister, they’ve always been with us.
The words of those that came before, dead but lingering still.
Can you feel their Presence?
Sister, they’ll never go away.
The ghosts of a past uncertain playing out what was.
Now you can see Them.
The future is unwritten.
We still have the choice.
The choice of the words we’ll leave behind,
The lingering song of the future’s past.