The sacred trail I've been following suddenly ends. In front of me stands an impregnable briar, cold wind blowing in its shadow. Sunlight rarely enters this misty forest, but the stars have been guiding me, even pulling me, with undeniable force. Was I foolish to think I had been invited here? To say I had only stumbled upon this trail by chance is to discount the omnipotent power of chaos, the universal solvent. I still feel a sacred duty to continue my quest for the hidden cascade of prisms, but I am obviously not yet ready. I must continue and intensify my self-purification and training. With this realisation, a fog lifts from my vision. The trail back to my tower is wide open and as clear as a teardrop.