On the longest night of the year, the sun doesn’t get very high which creates longer shadows and were light meets dark, dimensions collide and new paths are formed. When stars don’t align as they once did and the world around you starts to sing, you know you have crossed the border of reality. The song is not from this earth and barely hearable for most. In the voice of the night, the mist and the march, under moss undiscovered you will find what your looking for.
The gate before you is formed by light and dark, creating a wide spectrum of shadows. You are at the beginning of eternity and at the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, at the end of every place.
Some souls are closer to the realm of shadows, birds and young souls can go through dimensions without difficulty.