Be sure to stoke the fire. You're gonna want it hot for what's coming next.

...This. This long, relentless now that insist upon the death of my hope for the familiarity of the light, ensuring I do not mistake a synthetic source for the real thing. 

I have arrived at the bridge of no return,

when once traversed will lead to a truer home.

Strange beauty to behold this final step,

both perfectly called for, yet subtly pressed,

like a wildflower between two dated pages of a book,

somehow retaining its hue.