In this life, I have wandered through the Yellow Springs, spurned by the world and accompanied by an eternity of solitude. I have no friends, no joy or sorrow, and even one glance cannot see through my Palace of Farewell. So be it. With no ties to hold me back, I can watch the world change as clouds drift and dogs pass. Yet suddenly, a letter flew in from the mortal world, like rain falling upon a lake in my heart and stirring ripples upon ripples. A man I have never met was like a medicinal catalyst, awakening the old, dust-laden dreams that lay sleeping in the deepest part of my soul.
