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There’s no timetable that we all must follow.

It’s made up.

7 billion people can’t do everything in the same order.

What’s early? What’s late? Compared to who?

“I can best this.”

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“Oh, and Inej,” he said as he led her out of the salon, “don’t ever sneak up on me again.”

That’s St. Christopher. The patron saint of travelers. That’s a nice thought. Someone carrying us on our journey. Someone watching over us.

Led through the mist, by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, but where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend? How the gentle wind, beckons through the leaves, as autumn colors fall. 

Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history, lies a place that few have seen. A mysterious place, called The Unknown.