Elegant white rose bushes line the winding path to Mount Olympus. The truth being we always are here but new in skin. Mortals grovel at the luscious gates of envy while the hidden path is the valley of selflessness. A immortal grasps your hearts with demands. That voice echoed through endless hallways as you are challenged. A Valkyrie of holographic light, emanating bliss shows you a brief silhouette of wings. A familiar face of Mother smiles warmth as she guides you back to quiet slumber. You walk further into the corridor of truth. Infinite void of expanding space luring you further into a long amnesia. All abilities stripped from
you, awakening for the last time.
