Of Eden

Mists spring from the water. 
The fountain of youth is before your eyes.
The soft chiming of bells can be heard in the distance.
It’s the end of the journey: a long pilgrimage.
Stand before your gods. 
Do not be afraid to look them in the eye. 
You are never alone. 
Your journey was not in vain. 
You were never alone. 
Take heart, for I was with you always. 
And I love you.

The End

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