Through the mists of time and space you come to rest - and catch your breath - in the inbetween. Snow swirls around you this wintery eve, and in the silver darkness you hear... whispers.
"Come with me! Come with me!" laughter dancing on the breeze. It is old laughter, the clear, musical laughter of an old soul young again. "Come with me!" it calls to you, "and I will show you the way!"
