There is a window... At first glance, it appears… insignificant. Plain. Easily ignored by those who prefer their curiosities obvious. But such things are rarely as simple as they present themselves. Behind it, concealed by the indulgent veil of night, something lingers. Not restless… not eager… simply waiting. With the kind of patience that suggests it has never needed to announce its presence.... You may notice the details, if you allow yourself to look closely enough... heart and it's roots, symbols, faint traces of something almost… cosmic. Not decoration, no... More like a quiet alignment... An entrance, perhaps. Or an invitation... The distinction is… important... Windows, after all, do not merely reveal. They permit passage. And once opened, they seldom close in quite the same way. So the question is not whether it will open... It is whether you should be the one to do it....