My grandfather often crossed over to the other side, and when I was a child he would tell tales of what wonders could be found Over There....and when I was twelve years old he took me with him once across the Bridge of Stars......of course I could be burned alive as a heretic by the Temple if I asserted this memory of mine as the truth....but it did happen.....
My grandfather took my hand and we entered the cave under the hill where the bonfires were made on holy days.....soon we were lost in utter darkness, but my grand-sire and name-sake did not falter on the path....down and down we went into the heart of Earth....."the Way lies Within"......somehow, in seeming contradiction of common sense, deep below the ground we came to an open glade with the stars crowded above us in marvelous abundance.....one bright star at the zenith flamed large, and somehow seized upon us and drew us up and away and beyond the reality we were born into.....
Flying and falling through the cosmos, we sped towards a circle of stars.....and on and on we went.....finally, we plunged down through air and clouds to a fair wondrous land of strange beasts and shining gentle persons who welcomed us, and took us into their castles, and anointed us with rich oils, and garbed us in fine robes, and told us we were welcome and more.....
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