~Compass~ (Ember, Part Five)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part five of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder

Part Two – Ember

Part Three – Firelight

Part Four – Cascade

Here we are in Ember, Part Five: Compass.

Thanks for reading so much! I hope that you enjoy the center of it all. ~<3~


Columns of light
And shafts of dark,
They feel the energy,
They feel a spark.

She learns his passion,
He turns away.
She doesn’t understand.
He doesn’t know what to say.

She admires the drawings and paintings,
Colors spread across every hall.
Now, Zeina knows they’re getting close
To the center of it all.

She didn’t seem to understand
Why Zeina felt so shy around her.
She loved to explore his mind’s labyrinth,
Seemed a little upset it would soon be over.

Zeina didn’t know how to tell her
How much her admiration meant.
It made him very happy, but he didn’t know how
To handle their literal and emotional descent.

He hoped she couldn’t tell he was distressed,
But didn’t understand how she couldn’t be.
He’d pulled Pyra away from her home, somehow,
But with all this, she seemed to be happy.

“I’m sorry, Zeina,” Pyra softly said.
“Pyra– for what?” he studdered.
“…Are you scared of me, Zeina?”
“I can leave, if it’s what you preferred…”

“No, you don’t have to, I don’t want to be alone–”
He’s stopped himself, afraid she was going to.
“If you want me here, then I’ll stay,” she said.
“I honestly like it here, too.”

They both then silenced.
They’d made it to the center.
“This is The Compass,
It’s where you can exit and enter.”

She looked up from the bottom,
And simply stared in absolute awe.
She appeared to be at the bottom of a tower,
The rainbow of colors stretched as far as she saw.

Here on the bottom, she saw twelve doors,
And looking up, could count twelve floors.
“We have to get to the top of that?” she asked.
“Yes,” he says, and the labyrinth roars.

“Of course, I’m not entirely sure how,” he says,
“I can’t find the way up, I don’t know why…”
Then Pyra feels a pull upwards.
“That’s okay, because I think we’re gonna fly.”

Zeina was shaking a little bit.
Pyra saw that he was scared.
She held him close, to comfort him.
Unlike others, she really cared.

“Zeina, it’ll be alright.
I promise you won’t fall.”
She felt that he was scared of flying,
Ascending up this tower, so tall.

Zeina stood, shivering in silence.
It was true, he didn’t want to leave.
But maybe not for all the reasons
She was led to believe.

“I can let go if you want, Zeina,
If it helps you feel better…”
Zeina, at a loss for words,
Tightly wraps his arms around her.

Now, Pyra certainly didn’t expect
To recieve such apparent affection.
With anyone else, this wouldn’t happen,
But she felt like his protection.

She’d never been quite so open
To anyone like this, as she could remember,
But now to Zeina, who she barely knew,
She felt calm in his warmth, like a radiant ember.

“I’m terrified
Of what’s above.
Of what we’ll see,
Here in the mind of…”

“You,” she said,
“And that’s okay.
We can head back now,
If you prefer to stay.”

“No…” he replied,
“I want to let you free.”
Scared of what she will see,
Is he what she wants him to be?

Each of these sections stood for
The thoughts by which he was defined,
And now, they lifted off the ground,
Through every element of Zeina’s mind.

Fire, red, was symbolized by “nu”.
The passion burning in his soul.
The fiery cascades, the beautiful landscapes,
The things he wanted to make him whole.

Life came next, also known as “no”,
The vibrant orange amplified
A life at home, in solitude,
A life spent alone, feeling empty inside.

Energy, “tu”, was bright yellow,
Everything here was in constant motion.
A thousand sunsets that he had seen,
Pulsing waves add to the commotion.

Reality, “su”, was solid chartreuse,
And showed his world, his little town,
The walking folk, who never smiled,
Trapped in a place he felt so down.

Earth, “ta”, was a happy green.
It showed his love for the natural.
For him, home was his safe haven
Among the woods, and light snowfall.

Time was “ru”, aquamarine.
She saw his deepest memories.
Every time he was ignored,
The cries for love that no one else sees.

Ice was “tsa”, the light cyan,
The silent snow was freezing cold,
With every flake that hit the ground,
He painted softly with bristles gold.

Spirit, “fu”, a deep azure.
It calmly came to signify
The wonder of when life would change,
If anyone else could see this sky.

Water, “te”, a deeper blue,
Showed him in his hopeful, faithful state,
She saw now all he really wanted
Was somebody to love, for who he could create.

Dream was “sa”, flowing violet,
An amazing look at the vast surreal,
His colors, wonders, fears and hopes,
And love for which he wished was real.

Wind was “tra”, magenta skies,
The display of his thrills and fears,
To color the world, but hide away,
To open up, but avoid the tears.

Space came final, it was called “ku”.
Colored rose, weightless, questions do arise:
Would he find love? Should he even try?
Pyra saw herself in his future’s skies.

Finally, at the top,
She saw the spinning crystal.
Zeina, so full of emotion,
Couldn’t stop the tears at all.

She felt truly compassionate
For all the loneliness and doubt.
She held onto him with one arm,
And with the other, to the crystal, reached out.

Nu, no, tu, su, ta, ru,
tsa, fu, te, sa, tra, ku,
Elements of every
Mind and soul, here, shine through.

Pyra touched the crystal,
And the world vibrated.
The labyrinth changed minds, and
His and her souls traded.

Now the labyrinth is hers,
And it shows her memories.
Pyra has to end it
Before he, Zeina, sees.

She brings his hand out to
Touch the labyrinth’s crystal,
And they fall through again,
Out of there, the mind’s world.

Zeina slowly starts to
Open his eyes, and finds
He’s alone no longer,
To his feelings, resigns.

Pyra now the one who’s
Crying, tightly hugs him.
Zeina holds her, closely,
And they reach the overworld.

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~Cascade~ (Ember, Part Four)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part four of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder
Part Two – Ember
Part Three – Firelight

Welcome to Ember, Part Four: Cascade.

I passionately hope you’ve liked what you’ve read so far, and that you will continue to! Thanks so much! ~<3~


Zeina wakes.
“Where am I?”
Everything is still so bright…
Colors flash,
Sounds vibrate,
He is overwhelmed by light.

Pulsing waves
Shake the ground.
The world felt like it would crack.
Then he saw
Something else:
Another person, looking back.

Fiery soul, glowing eyes,
Ivory skin in lighter shades
Tall and thin and beautiful,
Her bright scarlet hair cascades.

Stressed, exhausted, shivering.
She looked like she’d been through a lot.
Zeina watched as she approached,
Wondering what to do with that thought.

“Who are you? What is this place?”
Pyra, quick to inquire, she is.
“I am Zeina,” he softly spoke,
“And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this…”

She must have seen how shy he was;
She calmed her tone a bit.
“It’s okay. But where are we?
I mean, this place, you know it?”

Yes, he did. It wasn’t new.
It was his own invention.
He’d never expected to see this place,
And it was never his intention.

“I don’t know how we are here,
But I know what it is, you see…
I thought of it so long ago,
An idea that’s now become our reality.”

“This is the labyrinth!”
Zeina said, with passion,
Probably louder than he’d ever spoken before.

After all, this was his dream come to life!
But not as small as he dreamed;
It was so much more.

Pyra asked, “But what is that?
In here, what’s there to find?”
Zeina told her his root thought:
“The labyrinth is a metaphor for the mind.”

“Here we find the thoughts and dreams
Of whoever’s mind it is,” he said.
“In that case, who’s mind is this?” she asked.
Before he could answer, the walls shifted.

“An opening! Let’s go, Zeina!” Pyra ran for the door.
“Wait– oh, um, okay…!”
He tried to catch up with her.
She was too fast, couldn’t keep up, couldn’t stay.

She sure seemed uplifted though, he thought to himself.
Happier than she was when they met.
Which made him wonder for the first time:
Where had she come from, and why she was soaking wet?

Down the hall, colors swirled, dancing around her,
He wanted to paint it, it was beautiful.
Red, green, blue, and– the girl.

“Wait, what’s your name?” he called out to her.
She’d stopped at a door, wondering what was inside.
“I’m Pyra,” she said, “And where’s this go to?”
“One way to find out, I suppose,” he replied.

They pushed through together,
Amazement filled their eyes.
Pyra was struck by the pure beauty,
And Zeina expressed his surprise.

They saw paintings of bright landscapes,
Yellow skies and violet dreams,
Emotions were expressed with color,
A feeling in every shape, it seems.

The room was moving, spinning, turning,
Colors flashing, changing, fading.
Pyra said, “I absolutely love this.
Your labyrinth sure holds amazing things.”

Before Zeina could think of what to say,
The room began to change again.
More doors appeared, leaving a choice.
There were a lot; Zeina counted eleven.

“Which way, Zeina? Do you know?
If not, we can just choose randomly.”
“I think I do– just hold on a moment…”
She then looked over, concernedly.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong, Zeina?”
“I’m fine, it’s just a little overwhelming.”

Pyra could tell he wasn’t completely truthful,
She knew he wasn’t saying everything.

“You’re completely sure that you’re okay?
It’s okay if you don’t want to say.”
Pyra knew if she was him,
She wouldn’t say anything anyway.

“It’s just that no one’s ever told me
That anything I’d made was amazing.”
Pyra at first thought that he meant the labyrinth,
But then realized– he meant the painting.

“Come on, follow me this way, Pyra.
I know which way to go.
We need to head down as far as we can.”
Pyra decided to trust that he’d know.

Quickly, Zeina chose to proceed
Through the only door that had no mark.
Each other had a number, but not this one.
A journey in which she was willing to embark.

Zeina could still hardly believe
That she’d appreciated what he had made.
Though, now that she knew it was his,
He thought her amazement would fade.

After all, no one had ever cared.
They’d only ever criticize.
Zeina only saw his imperfections.
She hadn’t yet, but she’d realize.

Normally too scared to lead,
Zeina still felt responsible.
Somehow, he’d brought both of them here,
So he had to help her get out.

She seemed to really like it, though,
No real desire to get back home.
She didn’t speak much of herself,
She’d just explore and roam.

He didn’t mind it at all himself,
No one would miss him, he was sure.
This place was straight out of his dreams–
But what had he been brought here for?

Pyra made him happy.
For once, he had a friend.
He almost didn’t want it to end…

Hours pass by,
They see the maze,
Through rooms of dark,
And pastel glaze.

She truly loves
All that he’s made.
He wishes to draw for her
The fiery cascade.

~Firelight~ (Ember, Part Three)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part three of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here. If you wish to see the individual posts, they’re listed below:

Part One – Pathfinder
Part Two – Ember

That being said, I warmly welcome you to Ember Part Three: Firelight.

Thanks one again, and I hope you enjoy! ~<3~


Run away,
For yourself.
They’ll never understand.
Give love.
Feel none.
What’s the point of trying?
Friends care.
They don’t.
Does it help to trust?
Feel hot,
Feel cold,
What is real warmth?

She is running with the wind,
Lets it take her anywhere.
The sky is clear, the air is hot,
It’s hard to see beyond the glare.

She’s running far from everyone.
From our world, sprinting, she leaves.
Letting nature make her path,
Pyra through the forest weaves.

She loves it here.
The trees and flowers welcomed her.
The birds singing
Melodies unlike any other.

The sound of life…
The feeling of the connection…
When Pyra hurt,
The forest was her protection.

Running for comfort,
Running for freedom,
Pyra would never be betrayed again!
No one could ever
Let her down like this
If she didn’t give trust, if she didn’t befriend.

She didn’t need them all.
She just wanted to be alone!
No one could really understand the type of girl she was.
Care about her dreams?
No, they mocked them instead.
She was tired of people saying that she had a worthless cause.

The forest was her dream, her life.
She wanted to explore.
She knew for sure it was her passion,
Nothing she loved more.
But from these friends, most every day,
She’d constantly endure,
“You’re weak!”
“A girl?”
“Hopeless…”
“Just give up.”
Well, no more.

“You’re wrong!” she’d screamed,
“You just don’t understand. Shut up, okay?”
Shouting, “I’ll do this without you!”
Was the last thing she would say.
And maybe if she’d waited,
They’d have asked her to stay.
She didn’t give the chance to them.
By then, she’d run away.

She’d explore by herself.
She didn’t need anyone’s guide.
Pyra felt fine,
Although, it still seemed to sting on the inside.

“I’ll be okay.”
The comfort she tried to condone.
It didn’t work…
Could she really bare being alone?

Run away,
For yourself.
The voices knew the truth.
Give love.
Feel none.
She trusted them the most.
Friends care.
They don’t.
They all hated her.
So hot,
Shivering,
She wanted someone to care.

She was finished with it all.
She was just done.
She’d hereby declare
That of this, she was aware.
Pyra was still running.
So hot yet neverending.
She didn’t even notice
She was falling, descending!

To grasp the situation,
Pyra spun herself around.
She was falling straight downwards,
But the bottom wasn’t found.
Everything felt sideways,
Trees grew straight out of the cliff.
And moments later, underwater,
She swam up to catch her breath.

Tired, breathless
Shivering hard.
Dizzy, fainting,
Have to hold on.
Colors, sounds,
Become so blurred,
Falling, falling,
Have to hold on…

The heat from her body,
The cold of the water,
The energy of anger,
The exhaustion of running,
The active prescence,
The fiery soul,
She wants to believe…
She wants to feel warmth!

Pyra tries to stand,
She barely keeps her balance.
She tries to run again,
But trips and hits the ground hard.
She gets up again
Despite the scrapes and cuts,
She was going to make it,
Didn’t care if it scarred.

The voices cried, “You’re weak!”
She ran, despite it all.
The voices cried, “A girl?”
She would wear the queen’s crown.
The voices cried, “Hopeless…”
Because they didn’t understand.
The voices told her to give up.
“I will never stay down.”

The forest stayed silent.
She slowed her pace.
Something was peculier.
Something out of place.

And that’s when it struck her:
She felt gravitated.
The wind became stronger and stronger until
She found herself rising, flying, levitated!

Colors flashed brightly,
Frequent sounds echoed,
Across the wide valley
And down the winding road,
Pyra found herself
In an absolute trance
In the striking beauty
Of the crystal’s dance.

With no control,
She let it take her in
Around the crystal,
The world seemed to spin.
Pulled straight out of
This world of her own,
Maybe she’d gotten her wish
To finally be alone.

She ran so she could live her dream,
She let the wind direct her journey.
It brought her here, where is she now?
Would her friends search? Would they see?

She has run so far away,
From our world, sprinting, she’s out of sight.
The warmth she seeks is for inside,
She seeks, explores for firelight.

~Ember~ (Ember, Part Two)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part two of nine to a progressive story, which will be updated once a week. If you haven’t already started with part one, you can read it here. If you wish to see all of Ember so far, it can be found here.

For those of you continuing the journey, I sincerely hope you enjoy Ember Part Two: Ember.

Thank you as always for your support. ~<3~


A sky of crisp cerulean,
The sunlit clouds, vermilion,
Frosted grass, light aquamarine
Spruce trees hold their deep pine green.

The sun’s rays, vibrant, bright yellow,
The eastern horizon of indigo,
Empty branches, brown and tan,
Snowflakes fall of light cyan.

Walls painted unsaturated grays
Lit orange by the setting sun’s rays
A cold and windy winter’s eve,
A sunset’s beams through the forest weave.

Through the cold and down the road,
Zeina took in the colors as it snowed.
He knew most others would hide away,
But he had to see the hues of today.

He, the passive soul, had passion to create
And colors of paint served as his outlet.
Zeina drew anything he found beautiful,
And to make it full, he’d draw from his soul.

There was only one thing he’d ever wished for.
Even with a whole world of color to explore,
He just wanted someone to genuinely care,
And with whom he could create for, to share.

It’s something that he’d never had.
He was quiet, he was shy.
Zeina was solitary in his thoughts.
To stand out? He’d never try.

Zeina didn’t feel all that special,
As no one had ever told him so.
No matter what, he’d always draw.
It would help if someone believed in him, though.

It didn’t matter now, he had other things to do.
He never wanted to think of it in the first place.
But even as his feelings he tried to subdue,
He couldn’t find a way to settle his pace.

His heart cried for love that it’d never once seen,
People never noticed someone so invisible.
He was supposed to feel relaxed and serene,
But inside, Zeina yearned to be noticable.

He would try so hard to let go,
But he knew what his passion was, so
He wanted to try to find
A reason to feel so inclined

To draw for them, to feel like he
Had purpose here, and wanted to be
A little less shy, a little more open.
Maybe he’d love himself a little more then.

Zeina still walked, contemplating this.
He just tried to block it out.
He wanted to enjoy the night for what it is,
And not get tangled in self-doubt.

He could just now see the place he called home.
It wasn’t anything grand or impressive,
But with Celtic designs and influences of Rome,
There was no better place to live.

He switched his focus to the sky
And made himself see the beauty all around!
He wished to paint it, and maybe
Someone to give it to would be found.

He dreamed of someone who loved
To see all of these brilliant shades
Of red and crimson, and to watch
As each and every color fades!

Zeina relished in the dream
And wished what he had from the start:
That maybe there was someone who would seam
This great big hole in his heart.

Coming to his door, he reaches for a key
Only there is none to be found.
As he lives alone, he’s scared suddenly,
Until he hears a strange sound.

The door clicks
Slowly swings open
More curious than scared,
Zeina slowly walks in.

The house is empty,
No one is here,
Except for Zeina, who for some reason
Doesn’t really fear.

But who opened the door?
Surely not a robber.
“Hello?” he says, quietly,
And he didn’t expect an answer.

But then with wonder
He feels deep waves of energy
And sees bright colors in ways
He’d only imagined them to be!

And then he realized
That he had seen this all before.
It was his own,
Only that this felt like so much more!

Straight from his thoughts
These were the colors of his mind!
The vibrant values
Were so intensely well defined!

And in the center
Was a shape that slowly pulled him forward,
It had crystal purity,
And now he was falling toward!

The world felt like it turned around,
Everything felt so upside-down,
The rainbow flashed these colors pure,
Like amber, rose, and deep azure.

With yellow and vermillion,
And indigo, cerulean,
Bright orange, cyan, fuchsia, green,
A vibrant red, aquamarine.

And just as quick as it all began,
Everything settles down.
However, this did leave one small change:
Zeina is nowhere to be found.

Maybe someone should be worried, but
Who does he have to do that for him?
The door’s still open, letting in the cold,
As the last of the colored lights dim.

Wherever he is now,
To anyone who remembers,
You can still feel his prescense,
Like a burnt out fire’s embers.

~Pathfinder~ (Ember, Part One)

Hello. Welcome to Ember. This project started out as a simple idea for a gift, and has become so much more than that. This nine-part story is dedicated to my favorite musical artist in the world: Kubbi.

On February 5th, 2015, he released the album Ember. This story is a response to that very soundtrack. Each part of this story correlates with a song from Ember, and is correspondingly named. Ember is an adventure that I hope you will enjoy. Thanks so much to Kubbi for releasing this amazing and inspiring creation. If you enjoy what you hear, please go give your support to him.

I’d also like to thank Emily Pineau of Nilly Writes for reviewing and helping me edit and being very supportive throughout the process of writing this.

The story corresponds with the soundtrack. I highly encourage listening while you read. The line breaks indicate the pace you should read with the music. Longer groups of words should be read with more energy and speed. You will get a natural feel for it as you listen (although don’t obsess over it, this isn’t necessary to understand the story itself).

This is part one of nine. Part two will be released a week from now, and part three a week after that, and so on.

Lastly, thank you for reading. Every bit of support means a lot to me. I sincerely hope you enjoy. ~<3~


Two souls living
A vast distance apart
Both in need of someone
To heal their heart.
One a passive soul
With passion to create,
The other an active presence
Wishing to shape its own fate.

Each one is just as powerful
As anyone could be
But each must open a door
To which the other has a key.
So living in this world,
On each other they depend.
Together, they would have power
To make it to the end.

Observing these two souls
Existed an extradimensional entity.
It habitated a space beyond the one we know,
Another dimension extending past our own.

Here, the being could see everything in our universe
And with its immense energy, alter the fate of anything.
This amazingly powerful one liked to be known as
The Watcher, The Spirit, The Pathfinder.

With power to move through space and time,
The Pathfinder found the love to explore.
In a vast icy plane bearing an eternal flame,
The Pathfinder found home, and the love of warmth.

Its favorite place to see was a world that we call Earth,
The Pathfinder found the love of our home.
Among souls like these, who needed love most
The Pathfinder wanted to help them find love.

Releasing waves of energy,
The Pathfinder reached out to them;
The passive and active forces worked
At powerful, harmonic frequencies.
The Pathfinder would find a way
To create a bridge across the gap
Of our spacial universe
Through the dimension of pulsating energies.

This path would bring them through its world,
Teaching them the things that they’d need
To reach their final destination,
Which only The Pathfinder knew of.
Alone, they’d never find the way.
They’d be hopelessly lost in the dark.
But together, they’d have all they need
To help them find the path to love.

To build a path, The Pathfinder
Used aspects of their souls and minds,
Constructing a labyrinth of thoughts and dreams.
This is where they’d leave their world behind.
Because souls are never perfect,
Each one had things to be taught.
The passive soul would learn a lesson
Showing a world unlike previously thought.

To build a path, The Pathfinder
Incorporated the beauty of each soul
To build an environment of coexistence
In which everything played a role.
Because souls are never perfect,
Each one had to be shown.
The active soul would discover why
You don’t need to be alone.

And here, at the end, The Pathfinder would wait.
Waiting for them to arrive to their destination.
Throughout this journey, this would remain their goal,
An answer to The Pathfinder’s invitation.

What awaited them at the end of the road?
What would they discover in The Pathfinder’s creation?
Would they be strong enough to make it all the way,
Or would they give in to their hesitation?

In a quest to find an answer,
Would they find a relation?
There would most certainly be deep energy and warmth,
And plenty of chances for exploration.

The Pathfinder completed the connection
By creating a link to their universe.
And though on Earth, they were so far apart
These doorways would bring them to the same place.
The final step was to make them each aware
Of this new opportunity open to them.
Their curiosities would get the best of them,
And they’d fall out of the universe of our space.

They would find each other somewhere
So completely out of this world,
Yet deeply intimately binding
So they wouldn’t dare leave each other’s side.
It wouldn’t take all that long
For them to forget reality.
In this new universe, all was amazing
And they weren’t abandoning this ride.

Two souls living
A vast distance apart
Both in need of someone
To heal their heart
Are given opportunity
To see the other side.
It will all depend
On what they decide.