The voice came again, clear and concise. You stand before a door. Your hand is poised to knock. Are you ready to walk through it? Will you leave this place and see what lies beyond in the next? The next? Leave? I blinked slowly. No. I don’t want to go. Not yet. The voice sounded gruff but also curious. A shadow falls across Yvelia. It will alter all it touches. You would rather remain here, knowing that suffering and hardship loom on the horizon? That sacrifices will need to be made?
