The Field, The Door, The Altar
The Field is Infinite.
It has always been there… waiting for you. Just beyond the veil of a tenuous grasp on reality, the warm smell of sun and dirt and grass clinging to you like a day you once had and then forgot. A feeling of deja vu, digging at you when you wake up but you ignore it, like you always do, it’s just the dream, it has always been the dream. You’ve been having it since you were…