Etherial Lamp Post

Life here in the world was but an aphorism for life in the heavens - one of many - yet with a particular divinely distinct lens, a telescope that was definitive - life in the mortal world also brought contrast into the souls of the men and the women who strove to navigate its courses.

The lamplight was still burning bright in the hinterlands of Faerie.

“Here we are” said Puck to Tu, as they made their way to the solitary post. A memory stirred in Tu from his childhood … “Aww a lamp of the old world” he said admiringly.

“Some things never change” said Puck earnestly nodding, reminiscing about an old friend with hairy legs and balls to match. "He was a warrior of sorts, although you would have never guessed it … he overcame his timidity - and here we are.”

He read Tu’s thoughts - “you can always return back here boy, now you know the way in.”

“And” he continued, “we do have something extraordinary to achieve. Faerie is really more of an in-between place - even for its natives - it is the perfect repose … but of itself, it is but a sweet dream, going neither further nor back … a time to collect oneself perhaps. However, and I mean this wholeheartedly, we are desperately needed elsewhere.”

And then, with the help of the lighting of the etherial lamp post, they were instantly transported into the lesser heavens, where the goat and the company were eagerly waiting.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series