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A great tree on a hill with a small door at the foot of its trunk, drawn in fine ink linework on bone paper. A deer and a heron stand on the slope among resting animals, and a brook winds down through the grass.

In this place, Where there is no beginning and no end, Behind a concept that gates all common knowledge And passes only the purest instinct, An ancient force sees through all things.

Those who arrive are carrying something That is waiting to be woken. It has been patient a very long time.

The answers are already present.

The future is within reach, And in no hurry to arrive.

It has never chosen who comes.